APOV

Can it be true? Is he really here?

I think to myself as I review the list of this morning's potential jurors. With the luck I'm having lately, he will either be assigned to Carrick's Courtroom or mine.

My private phone line rings while the voir dire process is continuing. I pick up quickly so as to not disturb the counselors while they question the potential jurors.

"Your Honor?"

"Yes."

"You asked me to notify you about a particular list of names and..."

"Yes, I've seen it. Thank you." I reply as I end the call.

I motion to the bailiff and notify the jurors that they are on a ten minute break while I take care of a pressing matter.

I head to my private office and contemplate...

What the hell. I'll do it. This might be fun!

I return to my courtroom and the bailiff speaks.

"All rise, the Honorable Judge Anastasia Rose Steele, presiding. This court will now come to order."

It never gets old. I love hearing my name called out as 'Judge Anastasia Rose Steele.' It's a heady combination of sexy power and I love it.

Yes, let's get back to those proceedings and see what the day holds for me so I can...

"Judge Steele, we have one more addition to the panel. Judge Grey sent him over. Apparently there was a conflict of interest, Your Honor."

I raise my eyes to scan the panel.

"I see."

I quickly look over my notes and...well, well, well...what do we have here? What number has been assigned to him?

"Juror number..."

"69." Christian says as he stands while I look him up and down.

Oh my, he is looking his usual fuckable self, dressed to kill and ready to take on the world. I try my best to hide my smile. He'll have to take me on before he takes on the world.

Let's have some fun. Game on Steele!

I again, look over my notes. I need to devise a plan. How am I going to get out of this sticky situation? I return from my thoughts as I hear a slight gasp. Ah yes, Christian has removed his suit jacket and the women are swooning.

Well, this is perfect. Look what he has in his hand. Oh Christian darling, you are making this much too easy, my puppet.

"Juror 69, what is that in your hand?" I ask as I lower the rim of my glasses.

He's so damn sexy, I want him now.

"It's my blackberry, Your Honor. I was just removing my..."

"Enough. Bailiff, please take Juror number 69's ..."

"Grey!" He shouts back at me.

Oh? Is this how you want to play this out, Mr. Grey? Well, that's fine with me, baby! You are in my courtroom and this is my world. I have the power here, silly boy!

He must notice the change in my demeanor. Perhaps realizing his error as I see his 'Oh fuck!' look.

That's right Dorothy, you're not in Kansas anymore. This is my world! I think to myself as I glare at him.

Ha! I love it! He has that 'Oh shit, I'm in trouble' look in those grey eyes of his. That's right big boy, you are in trouble with a capital "T" baby and I'm the only one that can save you now. Oh yeah, that is so sexy. I'm the one in control. You will submit to me.

"Excuse me?" I reply in my Domme voice.

"I said, Grey, Your Honor. My name is Mr. Grey."

"I see. Well, Mr. Grey, for today's proceeding and in my courtroom, until your are sworn in as an official juror, you are known as juror number 69." I state as I extend my hand, gesturing towards the jurors while I address him like a five-year old. "Just like all your peers are known as their respective juror numbers. Now, if it's ok with you, juror number 69, I would like to continue with these proceedings, otherwise we will be here until Christmas."

This is brilliant! I love it and I know he's trying to control that Grey temper of his. It's so hot. I hope the jury can't feel the sexual tension that Christian and I are emitting. I'm getting squirmy and I'm so wet for him.

"Holy fuck! What's this all about? The sexual tension in the air is making my dick hard!" Thinks a random male juror.

"Oh my! My panties were moistened when Christian Grey made an appearance, but now they are soaking wet! Shit! I hope I don't leave a wet spot on this seat. Oh, this is embarrassing!? Thinks a random female juror.

"I apologize, Your Honor." Christian states as he takes his seat.

I notice the juror next to him whispers something while Christian smirks.

Well, I guess I showed him who's in charge.

Thrity minutes of this mindless drivel...I swear I can do this with my eyes closed. Ah, here we are. The moment I've been waiting for...

"Juror 69," I call out as I try to refrain from giggling.

Oh Christian, it would be you that was assigned our favorite number and one of our favorite positions. You sexy beast!

What would he do if I asked the bailiff to lend me his handcuffs for about an hour...or two? Part of me thinks he would be slightly embarrassed but another part of me knows he would take them from the bailiff and say something to the effect of, 'Let me, I'm an expert with these things and I know just how Ana likes it."

I really need to stop day dreaming.

Christian stands before me, looking sexy as hell. Oh God, he's daring me, challenging me. Oh Christian, don't you know what I can do to you?

Take a deep breath Steele and address Mr. Hottie.

"Jury service is estimated to be three to five weeks. Is there any reason that you are not able to serve on this panel?"

"Yes, I am the owner of my own company and I need to be present in order for my company to run. Decisions need to be made that can affect my company and I am the only one capable of make these decisions." Christian states with his usual cool confidence.

"I see. Will serving on the panel cause you any type of financial hardship, Juror 69?"

Yes, I see you smirking. You like that number too, don't you?

"Yes, I just stated that my company..."

His company?! Please!

"I'm not inquiring about the status of your company, Juror 69. I am asking, if you personally would suffer a financial hardship should you be chosen to serve on this panel?"

You sexy bastard. You know I'm wet for you, don't you?

"Well, I won't go broke if that's what you're asking...Your Honor." Christian purrs and oozes sex when he says, 'Your Honor.'

"Well, it's nice to see that you are able to understand my query, Juror 69." I reply as though I'm addressing a four-year old. I'm out of time; I have to do something, anything. He cannot serve on this panel! I'll deal with this later, there's still a chance he may not be called to the hot seat.

I look to both lawyers and state, "Pass for cause?"

Both counselors reply in unison, "Pass for cause, Your Honor."

"Shit!" Christian shouts out again. He knows what it means when each counselor states 'Pass for cause' and he's not happy.

"Chris er...Mr. Grrrr...Juror 69, is there a problem?"

Shit! Focus Steele! You're all over the place!

"Yes, Your Honor, there is. I shouldn't be here. I need to be running my company and this is really a waste of time for me."

Bingo! I got you now Christian! You're mine, baby.

"Enough! Jury, you are excused and scheduled to return in ninety minutes. There is a cafeteria and lounge specifically for jurors only. I'm sure you were informed of its location during orientation. Bailiff? Please hold Juror number 69 in contempt of court and send him to my chambers at once!" I say in a huff as I take my leave.

I wait a few moments to give the bailiff an opportunity to escort Christian to my chambers or as I prefer to call it, 'My office,' for my colleagues and 'My Playroom,' for Christian.

Oh yes and I do want to play! I stopped quickly in the ladies room to make some 'changes.'

I approach the bailiff and he says, "Shall I go in was well, Judge Steele?"

"No Bailiff, wait out here and I will call you if I need anything. I can handle Juror 69 on my own. Are we clear?" I say in my commanding voice. I do not want to be bothered while Christian and I play.

"Yes, Your Honor." The bailiff says with a sigh of defeat.

That's right, I'm large and in charge. Ok fine, I'm petite but you do what I say and fall to my feet!

Ok Steele, let's do this!

I open the door and burst in to my office.

"Just what the fuck did you think you were doing in my courtroom?!"

"You know, they can hear you, Your Honor." Christian purrs.

Oh that sexy bastard. Keep a cool head Steele.

"You didn't answer my question, Juror 69! What the fuck did you think you were doing in my courtroom?!"

His eyes darken with desire and I see many a wicked thought run through his brain. He takes a few steps forward and I steel myself, trying to control my instinct, I want to fuck him so damn hard.

We are fact to face, or rather my face to his chest. I look up and he looks down, our lips are a whisper apart. Kiss me! Kiss me, dammit!

"Your Honor, you are so hot when you're angry."

"Excuse me? I'm beyond angry; Juror 69 and you have just crossed a very dangerous line! You attempted to make a fool out of me in my courtroom and this sort of behavior will not be tolerated!" And you still haven't kissed me.

"Tell me, You Honor, are you wearing anything under that black robe or are you naked, ready and waiting for me?"

Oh God, what this man does with his words alone. Words are no longer just words. When Christian speaks, words are sexy, hungry animalistic...

He unzips my black robe and I feel it fall to the floor...

"Judge Steele, I never would have known about this," He says as he caresses my breast over my bra, "had I not 'misbehaved' in your courtroom. Suddenly, it seems worth my missing a day from running my company."

I'm lost...lost in his sexual trance...

"Judge Steele, are you alright? Hello? Anastasia?"

I cannot speak, I'm frozen, turned on and exposed down to my lingerie and all I want is for Christian to sex me up.

I grab his crotch and feel his arousal. Yes, this is what I want and need, this is mine.

"I see you have returned from your thoughts, Judge Steele, where were you? If you don't mind my asking?"

"I was wondering how long it would for you to fuck me hard before I have to return to my courtroom." I ask as I rub him harder.

Christian smiles and replies, "We can do this fast or slow, Judge Steele. It's really your choice, so which would you like?"

"Both!" I shout as I take him to my sound proof room. I'm so happy Christian demanded sound proof walls and windows in my office. There have been many screams of passion let out in here.

"Oh God, Ana! You looked so fucking hot! It took all my self-control not to climb over to you, kiss you hard in front of the other jurors." Christian pants as I drop to my knees and unzip his pants.

"No self-control needed now, Juror 69." I moan as I free his cock and take him in my mouth.

Oh God, he tastes so good. I love licking and sucking him up and down his beautiful shaft.

"Fuck yeah baby, oh that feels so good." He hisses. "Juror 69? I wonder how I, of all people was assigned that number?"

I smile while continuing my ministrations; he has such a fine tasting big-stick popsicle.

"It's random Christian, but I did have to hold in my laugh when I saw you and then saw your assigned number. I giggle freely now.

"Ana, quit talking and keep sucking."

I smile a devilish grin as I look up at my man...he looks down at me with those sexy eyes and I continue to suck him off.

I love having sex, making love and I do enjoy a good fuck session but I have to say that I really enjoy going down on Christian. It gives me so much power and Christian is only too willing to submit to my mouth.

"Oh baby, fuck! You know I love when you do this baby. God, I fucking love it!"

Oh yes, I do know Christian, I think to myself as I slurp up his juices. Turnabout is fair play, my love and I do intend to get mine!

I bob my head up and down and I can feel the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat.

"Oh Jesus…Oh Ana, baby."

That's right, no gag reflex, you fucking love it, don't you?!

His legs are stiffening up and I know what's coming, it's Christian with full force and I'm so ready to suck up every last drop.

"Shit! Yes!" Christian exclaims as he finds his release and his body relaxes.

"Mmmm…You taste so fucking good, Christian. I could suck you off all day, baby." I whisper as I climb on my man and kiss him hard on the lips.

"Ana. My dear, sweet, Ana. What Have I done? You are so naughty, baby."

"Only for you, Christian, only for you." I purr as I stand up and attempt to pull him off the sofa. Yes, baby you know what I want. It's my turn now, kitty needs some loving.

"Christ baby, aren't you going to give me a moment to catch my breath?" He pleads as she smiles at me, still enjoying the high of his orgasm.

"We don't have the luxury of time, Christian and I want to come, too!" I state as I lie down on the sofa. I'm squirmy and ready to tasted and lapped up in ways that can make me scream so loud that I swear glass would shatter.

"Ana, sweet Jesus baby. You have no idea how desirable you look. Dear God, how did I get so lucky?"

"I don't know Christian, but your luck is going to run out soon if you don't get a move on my kitty! Please Christian, I need you now!"

And with those words Christian dives in, no teasing, no foreplay, he goes right for the money.

Oh yes, thank you. My God, what this man is capable of with his tongue, mouth and fingers. His tongue fucks my kitty hard. Oh God! Now I know that the tongue isn't the strongest muscle on our body, but try convincing my kitty of that notion.

His tongue is like a sexed up sledge-hammer and he pounds me in just the right way! He then removes his tongue and I whimper my words softly as I beg, not ready for him to stop.

"No…please don't stop…"

"Easy baby, it's ok. Daddy's not done with you yet." Christian moans as he thrusts his finger inside of me.

"Oh!" I exclaim, surprised by his invasion.

"Yes, you know you like that. You want more, don't you?" He whispers as he licks my folds while his fingers work their magic.

"Yes Christian, yes please."

He sticks another finger inside of me and uses his other hand with his magic fingers to rub my clit and I know it won't be long before…

"Come on baby, give it to me!" Christian demands that I come and with his words and magic, I do, hard and loud.

"Yes!" I scream out as I explode.

"Ana? Come on baby one more time for the both of us." Christian purrs as I attempt to return from beyond after he's given me the most exquisite orgasm.

"Mmmm?" I murmur and then, bam! He thrusts inside of me.

"Fuck!" I exclaim as he hits me in all the right places.

Shit! I'm naked, too. Christian makes me come so hard I damn near pass out and I didn't realize he's stripped me of my bra and panties.

I look up at Christian as he pounds down on me and I meet his thrusts, we find our rhythm and he's hitting me right where I want it, where I need it and then he stops!

"No!" I shout.

"Yes!" He shouts back. "You on top, woman! I fucking love to see your tits bounce as you fuck me hard, baby!"

We make our adjustment and I slowly ease down on him, his cock glides in and infuses me. I feel myself radiating with heat and passion. My body starts to shiver, he feels so good inside of me.

"Oh yeah baby, that feels so good. God I love the way your kitty encases my cock. Your kitty loves my cock so much and my cock fucking loves your kitty!" He growls at me as he digs his hands in my flesh, moving me up and down as he uses his strong legs to push against me while I slam down against him.

Our bodies are covered in a sheen of sex and sweat. The noise of our bodies slapping against one another combined with the slush of our sex juices is pushing me over the edge. Christian can feel it, he senses it, he knows my body so well and when he says it, "Come on now baby, you what I want. Do it! Do it now Ana!" He shouts and I do!

I come so hard that my body spasms in an orgasmic state of euphoria and as I feel myself exploding and shooting inside of me.

"Fuck baby! Oh yeah!" He shouts as he explodes and I too, explode with him.

We float away together and enjoy the high of our orgasms….

"Jesus Ana, that had to have been the best fucking ever." Christian whispers as he kisses the top of my head.

I'm lying on Christian's chest and I cannot help but to kiss him all over. I look up at him, smiling as I say, "I'll be the Judge of that."

A/N

Hello all, I'm going to do my best to start writing again. Life has been difficult these past few months, (read my bio if you want to know more, I don't want to rehash it here)but I hope in time my muse returns as I've missed writing and have definitely missed reading your reviews.

If you're not familiar with me but like my writing style, please check out my completed stories. "Meet At Graduation: Remember Me?" and "Christian & Ana-Hanging At The Catch," along with my short stories. Reviews are always appreciated.

Best regards,

Rosie :D