Chapter 18 - Happy Families

While Anastasia sleeps, I shower and get dressed, ready to go to my parents’ house for dinner. It seems such a shame to wake her because she looks so sweet and peaceful, but with just half an hour until we have to leave, I have no option.

I gently kiss her temple, but she doesn’t wake, so I trail gentle kisses over her face until she stirs, but she just moans and burrows back into her pillow.

“Anastasia, wake up,” I gently cajole her.

“No,” she moans.

“We have to leave in half an hour for dinner at my parents,” I remind her. I smile because she looks so rumpled and grumpy and just plain adorable.

Reluctantly she opens her eyes.

“Come on sleepyhead. Get up.” I lean down to kiss her again. She is utterly irresistible with those big blue sleepy eyes. “I’ve brought you a drink. I’ll be downstairs. Don't go back to sleep, or you’ll be in trouble.”

I put down the drink of cranberry juice and sparkling water, then leave her to get up and get ready.

I’ve already had a phone call earlier from Mia, making sure that I’m still coming over and definitely bringing Anastasia with me. I’ve also had a phone call from Elliot too.

“Hey dude, how’s it going? You are bringing Ana over to Mom’s this evening aren’t you? You know I'm bringing Kate too?”

“Yes, and yes,” I reply succinctly. Of course I know he’ll have another reason for calling.

“Cool. So… umm… everything going okay, you know, between you and Ana?”

“Fine, thanks.”  I’m smiling to myself as I'm thinking about our first scene in my playroom today, and somehow my brother picks up on this. They say you can hear a smile in someone’s voice.

“Ah, right, glad to hear it. Because… you know… all joking aside, Ana’s your first girlfriend and you’re her first boyfriend, so …”

“Elliot, just don't…” I quickly try to shut him down, horrified by where I think he’s going with this.

“No, hear me out will you? Look, I know you don't usually like to talk to any of us about personal shit, but as your big brother I want you to know, in all seriousness, that you can always come to me for any kind of help or advice about the sex stuff. I mean, obviously you know what goes where, but as you're just starting out on your first relationship, let me tell you little bro, there is so much more to it than that. With all the experience I've had, I can give you all sorts of tips and advice about things like the best positions for a really great fuck, and kinky little tricks that'll help make up for your lack of experience with the ladies.”

“Elliot, just shut the fuck up will you!”

“It’s okay, Christian, no need to be embarrassed. You’re just a bit of a late starter I guess, but I’m sure you’ll soon make up for lost time now you’ve found a great girl like Ana. I’m just glad you finally realized there’s more to life than working and empire building.”

“Is that all?” I sigh, knowing it’s futile to argue with him. It just prolongs the agony.

“Actually no. I wanted to give you a heads up that after I spent the day helping the girls move yesterday, Dad was grilling me to find out more about them. He’s familiar with Kate’s family background and her dad’s business, but with Ana …”

“But what? What about Ana?”

“Don't get angry, but he was worried that Ana could be some sort of a gold-digger who’s managed to turn… I mean seduce you because you’re not used to ‘feminine wiles’, as he put it.”

“HE WHAT? How fucking dare he…”

“Calm down, Christian. I soon put him straight, told him what a straight forward, honest to goodness, decent girl Ana is, and I'm sure as soon as he meets her, he’ll see that for himself. It’s just the lawyer in him coming out, trying to protect and look out for you. Mom told him not to be so cynical; she backed me up about what a lovely girl Ana is too.”

“For fuck’s sake, does he think I'm fifteen or something?” I try to keep my temper in check. 

This is the trouble with my family having no clue whatsoever about my true lifestyle. And things between us have certainly been a bit strained at times, because I don't think Dad’s ever forgiven me for dropping out of Harvard. Despite the fact that I’m now a billionaire, he still thinks I should have stuck it out to finish college before setting up in business. But I have no regrets whatsoever - dropping out was one of the best things I’ve ever done.

“Look, don’t let it get to you, but I just thought I should warn you, in case he says something tonight… something that might make you fly off the handle and lose that famous temper of yours. How is the good Doctor Flynn these days, by the way? I guess you’re still having your sessions with him?”

This is Elliot’s less than subtle way of asking if I’m still as fucked up as ever.

“Yes, I still see him. Look, I’ve got to go now, I’ll see you at Mom’s later.”

“Okay, see you there. And don't forget, I’m always here for you, little bro.”

~~~

I suppose Elliot’s heart is in the right place. And he's probably right to warn me about Dad. I would have practically ripped his head off if he hadn’t forewarned me. Now I know, I'll be prepared. But once he’s met Anastasia, I’m sure he’ll realize his fears are unfounded.

I’m standing looking down at the view of Seattle below when Ana comes in. I’m surprised she’s managed to get ready in just fifteen minutes. Clearly she’s not the type of girl who needs to spend hours on makeup. I like that, I like that she is a natural beauty. She looks stunning in that purple dress she's wearing.

“Hi,” she says softly, with a smile hovering around her lips. I wonder how long she spent looking for her panties before she realized that I still had them.

“Hi, how are you feeling?” I smile back, waiting for her to ask for them. As her Dom, I will probably allow her to have her underwear back, providing she asks her Master for them in a polite and respectful manner.

“Good, thanks. You?”

“I feel mighty fine, Miss Steele.” Why isn’t she asking me for them?

“Frank. I never figured you for a Sinatra fan,” she comments on the music that’s playing. I'm very fond of the old crooner. Mom has always been a fan of his, and he never goes out of fashion in my book.

He’s singing ‘Witchcraft’.

Those fingers in my hair
That sly come-hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It’s witchcraft

And I’ve got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?

‘cause it’s witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although I know it’s strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says “Yes, indeed” in me
“Proceed with what you’re leadin’ me to”

It’s very appropriate, because at times I swear Anastasia has cast a spell over me, to get me acting the way I have to break my rules.

“Eclectic taste, Miss Steele,” I murmur, as I realize the sexy little vixen is not going to ask me for her panties. It seems she's planning to go to my parents’ house without her underwear. That is so fucking hot that I get an immediate hard on.

“Dance with me,” I whisper, as I take the remote from my pocket to turn the volume up and then hold my hand out to her. When I’m in the mood, I like to dance. Elena taught me because she loved to dance, and she was a very good teacher.

 

So now I pull Ana into my arms, put my arm around her waist and start to sway. She grins up at me, and we start to move. I sweep her round the whole apartment, from the window, to the kitchen, round the dining table, over to the piano, and then back and forth in front of the big glass wall with the lights of Seattle twinkling far below us. 

With dancing, it’s all about letting the man take the lead, trusting him to guide his partner.  Ana relaxes in my arms and lets me lead her, so we move together really well, effortlessly gliding round. It’s a lot of fun, and she laughs happily. I like hearing her laugh: it’s such a lovely sound and I’d like to make her laugh like that a lot more. As the track comes to an end, I kiss her and murmur,

“There’s no nicer witch than you…Well that’s brought the color to your cheeks, Miss Steele. Thank you for the dance. Shall we go and meet my parents?”

“You’re welcome, and yes, I can't wait to meet them,” she answers breathlessly.

Really? Without your panties? You’re really going to do this? And I thought you were shy.

“Do you have everything you need?”

“Oh yes,” she says sweetly.

Fucking hell. She’s going to be sitting next to me all evening with no underwear. With all my family there.

“Are you sure?”

She just nods at me nonchalantly.

Well, I guess this could be fun. It is so fucking naughty and deliciously sexy. She truly never ceases to surprise me.

“Okay. If that’s the way you want to play it, Miss Steele,” I tell her, as I shake my head in disbelief.

I grab her hand, collect my jacket, and then lead her out through the foyer to the elevator. As we go down, my mind is very pleasantly occupied imagining the ways I’m going to take advantage of her lack of underwear. But first we’re going to meet my family, so I have to keep my thoughts under control for now.

As Taylor drives us over to Bellevue in the Audi, I think again of how great it was to hear Ana laughing and giggling earlier today. Am I really doing the right thing by making this sweet girl my submissive? Laughing is not part of the job description of a sub. It is so selfish of me. 

But I am a selfish man, and I can't give her up. But perhaps if I can somehow give her enough ‘more’ to make her smile and laugh sometimes, maybe that’ll be enough? But how much ‘more’ can I give, what am I capable of? Taking her to dinner at my parents is most definitely ‘more’. So it’s a start. My thoughts are interrupted by Ana.

“Where did you learn to dance?”

“Do you really want to know?” You won’t like the answer.

“Yes.”

“Mrs Robinson was fond of dancing.” I did try and warn you that you wouldn’t like it.

“She must have been a good teacher.”

“She was.” In so many ways.

Ana looks away and stares unseeing out of the window as we speed up the I5. I can see that she’s frowning, deep in thought, and I’m worried about where her thoughts are going.

“Don’t,” I tell her softly. Don't change your mind about subbing for me.

“Don’t what?” 

“Over-think things, Anastasia.” I take her hand and gently kiss her knuckles. “I had a wonderful afternoon. Thank you.”

And it’s true. She was wonderful earlier in my playroom, really wonderful. Fucking amazing actually and I can't wait for the next time. I just can’t get enough of her. In fact I don't think I’ll be able to wait until Friday to see her again. Now she’s living nearby in Seattle, we can easily arrange a midweek meeting, it's so much better than when she was all the way down in Portland. It’s great that she’s moved here, nearer to me. 

Flynn’s right, it’s up to me to set the rules about how often a Dom needs to see his sub. This can be part of ‘more’, to keep her happy. Maybe we could do vanilla on a Wednesday – Vanilla Wednesdays. That could work. And maybe she could stay over Sunday nights and leave Monday morning. I could even get her to pay me a visit in my office. I could fuck her on my desk, maybe a lunchtime quickie, to keep me going until I see her again. 

Fuck, that is a brilliant idea, Grey.

“Why did you use a cable tie?” she asks.

“It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s something different for you to feel and experience. I know they’re quite brutal, and I do like that in a restraining device. Very effective at keeping you in your place. All part of my world Anastasia.” 

I squeeze her hand to try and reassure her. The look on her face when she first saw the cable tie was priceless. 

Yeah, I was a kinky bastard buying BDSM supplies from you in the hardware shop. And yeah, right from the beginning I wanted you to be my sub.  

I see Ana look nervously towards Taylor, obviously worried about him listening to us, but I don't have any such concerns. 

He is the very essence of discretion, and I trust him implicitly. He and Mrs Jones are both very familiar with the contents of my playroom - part of Gail’s duties is to clean that room, and Taylor regularly checks in there as part of his security sweeps. So they are both aware of my very singular tastes. They both also know that I only ever take a woman in there if she is fully consenting. 

I don't pry or ask what kind of sex they enjoy together. For all I know they might enjoy their own version of kinky shit behind closed doors. Each to their own.

Ana is staring out of the window pensively again. I wonder what’s going through her mind. Is she having doubts or second thoughts?

“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask her. I’m sure she’ll like my ideas for ‘more’. I sure hope so anyway.

She sighs and frowns.

“That bad, huh?”

“I wish I knew what you were thinking.” 

Best you don't know most of the time. Fifty Shades, baby. The shit in my head would send you running for the hills.

“Ditto, baby,” I smile back.

~~~

As we pull up outside my parents’ house, I turn to Anastasia.

“Are you ready for this?”

She nods nervously and I give her small hand another reassuring squeeze.

“First for me too,” I whisper. “Bet you wish you were wearing your underwear right now.” 

I’m not sure she’s really thought this through. I think she can be impulsive sometimes.

Ana throws me a filthy look as she blushes. You should’ve just asked me nicely for your panties. Your choice. Game on.

Mom is waiting for us on the doorstep, and Dad is just behind her, so we make our way in and I introduce Anastasia to Dad. I see him looking at her with great interest, and I recall Elliot's warning to me earlier. But I relax when I see Dad’s eyes soften as he looks at this sweet young girl I'm bringing home. I don’t think he’s going to say anything too probing, and no doubt Mom has warned him to be on his best behavior as well.

Mom wraps Ana in a big warm hug as she welcomes her. Yep, no doubt about it, Mom really likes Ana, and is clearly thrilled to see her again.

Then there is a loud screeching noise that can mean only one thing. Mia is about to descend on us. Ana glances nervously at me.

“Is she here?” Mia hollers, as she comes hurtling towards us.

“That would be Mia, my little sister,” I explain dryly. You can’t help but love her, but she's always so dramatic and over the top.

“Anastasia! I’ve heard so much about you,” Mia practically knocks her over as she enthusiastically hugs her. Anastasia looks rather bemused and overwhelmed as Mia takes her hand and then drags her into the house as she explains, “He’s never brought a girl home before.”

I roll my eyes. I'm never going to hear the end of this.

We head on into the living room, where Kate and Elliot are already sat cuddled up together on the coach. With any luck maybe they’ll take the spotlight off Anastasia and me.

Kate gets up and comes over to embrace Ana, but she barely acknowledges me. Clearly she still thinks I'm a priapic asshole.

Elliot gives Anastasia a big hug too, and I have to fight down my jealousy. This is my brother for God’s sake. But I still don't like any other man touching her. 

So once he lets her go, I pull her closely by my side and put my arm around her. Mine. That feels better. I put my hand on her hip and spread my fingers out. Hmm, that feels fucking horny because there’s no panty line under her tight fitting dress. Very nice. Now I'm feeling hot and hard as hell,  and we've only just got here.

I suddenly realize that everyone is staring at us as we stand there together, as if we’re some sort of a celebrity couple on the red carpet.  Everyone looks almost star stuck, in awe, as if they can't quite believe what they’re seeing. Jeez, they were all obviously totally convinced I was gay. It’s pretty unnerving. 

Finally Dad manages to pull himself together.

“Drinks?” he offers. “Prosecco?”

“Please,” Anastasia and I answer in unison. Everybody stares at us again. Mia squeals and claps her hands together.

“You’re even saying the same things. I’ll get them,” she says, as she scoots out of the room.

Ana is looking over at Kate and Elliot, and a strange, almost wistful look passes over her face. This is one of those occasions I wish I knew what was going on in her head, because clearly something is worrying her, but I don't have a clue what it is.

As we go and sit together on the couch, I notice Anastasia carefully crosses her legs, no doubt mindful of not advertising her lack of underwear. I sit back and relax, as Mom has said dinner is almost ready.

The talk is of vacations, and it seems Elliot is so love struck that he's going to join Miss Kavanagh out in Barbados. I’m not really paying that much attention, because I’m still contemplating how I can get Ana on her own to fuck her. That’s what she’s begging for by not asking me for her panties, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint, especially as I only got to fuck her twice in my playroom this afternoon.

I vaguely hear Dad asking Ana if she’s going to take a break now she’s finished her degree, and just as I’m thinking that Kate being away is a good thing, because frankly she is far too nosy and interfering for my liking, I’m jolted out of my thoughts by Ana’s reply.

“I’m thinking about going to Georgia for a few days,” she casually lets drop.

WHAT THE FUCK? How come I know nothing about this? How fucking dare she make plans without so much as a word to me?

“Georgia?” I query, just about managing to keep a hold on my temper, bearing in mind that I’m surrounded by my family. I can hardly pull the Dom/sub card here can I?

“My mother lives there, and I haven’t seen her for a while,” Ana explains.

I recall from her background check that her mother does indeed live in Georgia. The checks also showed she hadn’t flown anywhere in the last six months, so I begrudgingly concede she is probably telling the truth. But I still don't like it. I’m still fucking mad about it. And I’m worried she’s running away.

“When were you thinking of going?” I ask quietly. I take a deep breath to try and calm the fury I can feel building inside me. Georgia is a long way away, so I figure it’s not going to be just an overnight trip. 

I hate this. I want to forbid her to go.

“I don’t know yet. It will depend how my interviews go tomorrow.”

What does this mean? That if she doesn’t get a job she’ll stay with her mom for longer? She can’t, I’m not having this. I need her here so that I can see her whenever I want.  I look up to see Kate staring at me, as she shoots me a smug smile.

“Ana deserves a break,” she says pointedly. 

In other words, Kate thinks she should get away from me. She made her views perfectly plain the other evening. ‘Maybe you should just take a hike and leave her alone. Look at the state of her, you're not good for her. Just because you're obscenely rich and used to getting what you want all the time, doesn't mean you can intimidate her and trample all over her feelings, just so you get to lay her whenever it suits you."

At least I’m relieved to see that Dad is being perfectly nice and polite to Ana as he asks about her interviews. Which reminds me, I must make sure I’m updated with any feedback about her interviews. Then I’ll set in motion the appropriate plan of action. Everything is lined up ready to buy out whichever company makes her an offer, Ros has seen to that.

Mom announces dinner is ready, so we all stand to make our way out of the room. As the others leave, I grab Ana’s arm to snatch a quick word with her.

“When were you going to tell me you were leaving?” I manage to speak reasonably civilly, despite my anger. You should have spoken to me first, before you made any kind of fucking decision about leaving.

“I’m not leaving, I’m going to see my mother, and I was only thinking about it.”

“What about our arrangement?” 

I’d got plans to see more of you, baby. Don't back out on me now.

“We don't have an arrangement yet.” 

Please don't run on me. Not now. I thought we did have some sort of an agreement.

I realize that we can hardly discuss our arrangement at my parent’s dinner table, so I let it drop as we head towards the dining room.

“This conversation is not over yet,” I hiss, as she glares back at me.

We manage to join in and make polite conversation at the table, until I notice Ana peeking at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Please don't be mad at me,” she whispers, looking up at me with those beautiful big blue eyes of hers.

“I’m not mad at you,” I lie.

She continues to train those eyes on me, and I know she can see straight through me.

“Yes, I am mad at you,” I sigh and close my eyes in defeat.

“Palm-twitchingly mad?” she nervously asks.

And then Kate-fucking-Kavanagh sticks her fucking interfering nose in again.

“What are you two whispering about?” she rudely interrupts. 

 Her message is clear again. ‘Just be warned Grey. However rich and powerful you may be, I won't just idly stand by and watch Ana get hurt’.

I’m starting to really dislike her and find her exceptionally irritating. I glare over at her to warn her to butt out. Had we been anywhere but my parents’ house I would have made my feelings a lot clearer, but as she is only too aware, I have to remain civil to Elliot’s girlfriend while I'm here. No doubt she sees this meddling of hers as payback time for her perceived mistreatment of Anastasia by me. Good job she has no idea of the whole truth.

Ana tries to head Kate off by saying we were just discussing her trip to Georgia, but there is still a wicked gleam in her eye as she drops the next bombshell.

“How was Jose when you went to the bar with him on Friday?”

I can see Anastasia is horrified that Kate has let this juicy piece of information drop. With good reason. If I was mad previously, I am now fucking incandescently mad. I hadn’t been happy about things before, but I just about managed to let it pass when I thought that Jose had just joined both the girls in the apartment to share a final farewell meal. 

Now it transpires she went out on her own with Jose fucking Rodriques. The same fucker that pretended to be her friend but then practically raped her when she was drunk and helpless. The same supposed friend who let a stranger - me - take her home even though he had no idea what my motives were. Some friend.

Anastasia looks scared, as she murmurs back to Kate,

”He was fine.”

I lean over and whisper quietly in her ear.

“Palm-twitchingly mad. Especially now.”

I see her squirm in her seat. Yes, she ought to be fucking scared. First chance I get, I’m giving her the proper punishment she’s earned with all this shit I'm discovering. She’s not going to be able to sit down for a week. That thought, combined with her lack of underwear, is really fucking hot, but it has to wait until later. So in the meantime, I decide to have some fun on my terms.

Underneath I’m still seething, but I manage to maintain the appearance of being calm and relaxed. Mia talks about her time in Paris, what a beautiful city it is, how I should take Ana there.

“I think Anastasia would prefer London,” I say as I look at her, remembering what she said about the authors of the classic books she loves when we had our first date in the coffee shop.

Under the table, I place my hand on her knee, and then slowly move my fingers up her thigh. I feel her whole body tighten in response as she realizes where my hand is heading and what my fingers are going to do to her. 

That’s what happens when you don't wear your panties out to dinner.  It’s an open invitation for me to access what’s mine. And I'm accepting that invitation. Right here. Right now.

But she pushes my hand away. 

Fuck, she’s refusing me? She’s saying ‘no’ to some finger fucking under the table? 

Well, well, the punishment just got even harsher Miss Steele. Bring it on, because now I really can't wait to get you alone.

“So what was wrong with the Parisians? Didn't they take to your winsome ways?" Elliot asks Mia.

“Ugh, no they didn’t. And Monsieur Floubert, the ogre I was working for, he was such a domineering tyrant.”

Anastasia chokes and splutters on her wine. She knows she has her very own domineering tyrant sitting right here next to her. One who is palm-twitchingly-fucking mad at the moment. The irony is not lost on me.

“Anastasia, are you okay?” I ask her solicitously, taking my hand off her thigh for now, as I pat her back.  But I will be having my way with her, just as soon as I possibly can.

Mia is her usual self, and keeps us all entertained with her exploits in Paris. She has a natural talent for languages, and slips into speaking fluent French without even realizing she’s doing it, until I respond in French to point it out.  It’s very hard to be in a bad mood when Mia’s around, she is such a bubbly, outgoing girl, as well as being very bright. You just can't help loving my baby sister.

I look over at Elliot and Kate and I can see the looks between them are scorching hot with sexual tension. How Elliot can stand the girl I really don't know, but that’s his choice I guess.

Finally our meal is over, and as I pretend to be absorbed in a discussion regarding the merits of solar panels in Washington State, I put my hand on Anastasia’s knee again, and then slowly ease my fingers up her thigh to resume my plan to finger fuck her. But she presses her thighs together. 

She’s saying ’no’ to me again.

That’s it. It’s time to put a stop to all of this nonsense and give her the punishment she is in severe need of, due to all her defiance and disrespect to me. The thought of her bare ass beneath that dress, along with those sexy high heels is driving me insane with need. I fucking love a woman in stilettos, so she won’t be taking those off.

“Shall I give you a tour of the grounds?” I ask her innocently. I've decided against punishing and fucking her anywhere in the house because she might make too much noise with what I have in mind.

She hesitates, but I ignore this as I stand up and take her hand to lead her away. My balls are aching because I've had a hard on all evening, so I'm a man with a mission as I lead her through the house, and out through the kitchen.

“I’m going to show Anastasia the backyard,” I tell Mom as we pass by, and I see her happily smile as she waves us through. No doubt she thinks we're just going for an innocent stroll. 

Yeah right. Sorry Mom, but what you don't know about won’t hurt you.

I’m practically dragging Ana across the lawn, and she stumbles.

“Stop, please,” she says. “My heels. I need to take my shoes off.”

Oh no you fucking don’t. You’re keeping those on while I spank and fuck you.

“Don’t bother." I pick her up and scoop her over my shoulder.  When she squeals in shocked surprise, I give her a taste of what she’s in for, as I give her a good hard slap on her behind.

“Keep your voice down,” I growl. I love it when she struggles. I find her resistance very arousing, so now I’m even more desperate to get on with punishing and fucking her.

“Where are we going?”

“Boathouse.”

It’s far enough away from the house so we won’t be heard.

“Why?”

“I need to be alone with you.” 

You’ve really got it coming, going out alone with photographer boy.

“What for?” 

And planning to leave without running your plans by me first.

“Because I’m going to spank and then fuck you.” 

And saying ‘no’ to me at the dinner table.

“Why?” she whimpers.

“You know why."

“I thought you were an in-the-moment guy?”

“Anastasia, I'm in the moment, trust me.”

We burst into the boathouse, and I quickly make my way up to the attic room to deal with Miss Steele in the manner she so richly deserves.

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