"Faster Anna!" Christian grunts as I ride him, bouncing up and down on top of his appendage. His hand grasp my hips, pulling the excess flesh between his fingers pinching a little. Pain.. The small nipping sensation contrasts with the burn of my thigh muscles, creating something euphoric.

Is this what it's supposed to feel like? The fine line between pain and pleasure.

I can barely get to think when he wraps my brunette locks around his fist, pulling my head backwards. A moan is my only response. Fatigue sets in almost immediately, but I know Christian wants to try this position. The deepness shocks me. I think it's the fullness of having him buried deep inside me, hitting each and every sensitive spot, driving me over the edge. Christ seems to like it this way, I can tell my the odd moan and manly grunt escaping his lips combined with the frequent eye rolls. My legs are pushed to breaking point and I bounce as fast as I possibly can. His shaftime to play with, a toy that I can control.

I don't know why Christian made me go on top. I thought he'd have me tied up by now. Just the idea of ropes makes me shudder in pleasure. Surprisingly, I haven't yet dismissed the idea of all domineering links Christian likes. I simply moan at the thought. His eyes lock with mine as I struggle to continue with the up down movements. He helps, thrusting his hips upwards a little,making it somewhat easier for me. Oh .. this gives an even deeper penetration. My head fly's back, along with my eyes.

"Christian oh… fuck.' the words string together and fall off my tongue.

I try and bounce faster.

"Call me master…" his face blank and serious.

"Ma… what…" it halts my movements.

What is he thinking?

Christian's hands cup my chin, tilting it upwards so my eyes are directly in line with his grey orbs.

"Look at me little girl." I could of came right there.

"W..what?"

"Call me master Anastasia."

"Anna.., Anna baby wake up." The smooth silky voice of Christian Grey brings me back to reality. His hands slowly stroking my hair.

"What's...what's wrong?"

"You were tossing and turning, Anna, I was worried. Look you're all covered in sweat too." He points to my clad pajama top, stuck to my skin and my forehead slick with sweat.

"Oh.. no.. just a dream." I mumble just wanting to fall back asleep.

"Did you have a nightmare baby?" The tone of his voice makes me feel childlike, almost as if I was not capable of looking after myself. But I suppose Christian loves it, the ideal control. He kisses my forehead.

"No, just an intense dream…"

"Care to share?"

"Uh… no, I don't really remember much…" my voice fizzles off, hoping he'll drop it.

Christian scoots closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me almost on top of me. It's an intimate move from him, which is quite unexpected, but it makes me smile. I love it when he acts like this. My smile is faint, still painted with a mixture of tiredness and overwhelming feeling of uncertainty. His lips brush my head, as he buries his face in my hair, blowing on it like a silly little school boy. Instinctively I lean I to his loving touch, moulding myself into him, enjoying this moment of affection.

" I didn't hear all of what you said to my mother." this topic is abrupt and catches me off guard.

"Christian." I whine a little wanting him to let it go.

"I want you to know Anastasia, you can tell me anything, but in your own time." The sincerity in his eyes make me fall a little deeper than I already have.

"What did you hear Christian?" I sit up, distancing myself from him, pulling the blanket to my chest wanting to something to fidget with.

"I heard Elena's name, you shouted that."

My heart leaps out of mouth. I suddenly gasp for air, just by hearing her name. It sends nervous shivers down my spine, consuming me. A warm hand on my thigh, makes me glance back up to Christian.

"It's okay." That's all he says, but I know it's enough, enough to make me feel reassured and safe around him. That simple word makes all the fear collapse around me.

"She..she.." ,

Christian cuts me off, "baby, you don't have to…"

" I want to. She's my mother. She's the one who hurt me, the one who burnt my back and caused me misery for years on end. She's the one who dumped me I'm foster homes because she couldn't raise me. She hurt me… my own mother hurt me"

Tears now distort my vision, cascading down my face like some unruly waterfall. I try and fight it back but they just keep flowing and flowing. Christian's thumps wipe them away gently, making me feel grateful for his being here. He smooths my hair again, brushing it away from my face so it doesn't stick.

"Shhhh…" he coos "Shhh baby it's okay."

All I can respond is broken sobs and hiccups, as he engulfs me in a hug.

"We'll get through this together baby. Together Anna." He leans down and pecks my lips.

I take the opportunity to latch onto his lips, almost like a leach. My lips brush into his, pushing my tongue into his mouth, drinking up everything he's giving. A light groan enters my ears.

"Anna…" he warms. I love the way he warns me like a child, it's like he wants to scold me.

"Yes Christian…" I draw it out, my voice still a bit groggy from crying.

"You're not in the right frame of mind" his hand grips onto my wrist as I reach for his boxers. He stops my movements.

"Make me forget… please…. Make me forget…" I beg, wanting to feel good.

I use my other hand to work my way into his Calvin Klein's. Stretching under the waistband, I grasp his semi hard shaft in my hand. I begin to move my thumb over his tip, teasing him a little. A strangled grunt floods out of his lips.

"Are you sure," his hands are around my face again, bring my eyes to his, "you need to tell me that you are positively sure. I will not take advantage of you when you're vulnerable!"

"I want you…" the words come out breathless as my hands begin to work on his erection.

My hand glides up and down, stopping every so often go tease his tip with my thumb. I love watching the way his face twitches as he gets closer and closer. Suddenly I pull my hands away. Christian's eyes glance up and me inquisitively. I try and take his boxers off but fail miserably.

"Would you like help, little one?"

I bite my lip, "please."

Christian removes his boxers, discarding them to one side and goes back to his shifting position. Just like him, I remove my Lace panties, throwing them onto the floor. I rise, positioning myself over his shaft. Abruptly, his hands grip my hips to stop my intentions.

"Anna.. what … what are you doing?"

"Riding you." I giggle.

"Anna, baby you're still tight, it will hurt." His thumbs run circles on my waist.

" I want to…" I bite my lip.

With that he guides me onto his hardness, letting him burrow deep inside me. Holy fuck, it's deep, really fucking deep. His shaft fills me, making me fe full to the brim. It only make me quiver more. I begin to move up and down, slowly, getting used to this unfamiliar position. Each time I come back down, the fullness makes me gasp in pleasure. Christian steadies me, securing a firm grasp on my hips, guiding my movements, giving me a steady rhythm. He brings to get me to bounce faster, creating a quicker face. My breath hitches and words get caught in my throat as I cry out. Just the sight of Christian's eyes rolling back and my behind slaps onto his thighs, making a smacking sound echo in the air. After a while my legs burn, but I push muscles further seeking a much needed release for both of us.

"Holy shit Anna… baby."his grunts are music to my ears, making me reach my climax.

"Ahhh… Christian...M...m.." I stop what I'm about to say.

I go as fast as I possibly can.

UpDownUpDown

"What...were…. Ah fuck…. Were you gonna say?"

UpDownUpDown

"Master… I was going to say master."

He roars at the word, filling me completely with his seed, as he comes back to reality.

I get off him, avoiding all eye contact. His sewed seeps down my thoughts but I don't care. Worry racks through my body, as I try to gather all dignity I have left.

"Anna look at me…" his voice is rough.

"No." I shake my head.

"Little one please…" my eyes drift up to his.

"What…" I mumble.

"You called me master." Hd beams. "From the minute I met you I wanted that word to come out your mouth."

"Master?"

"Yes little girl."

"Take me to the red room, please."