Reluctantly, I take the phone from her and hold it to my ear. She shoots me a mischievous look.
"Hello, Mr. Grey," I murmur into the phone.
"Miss Steele," his buttery voice begins. "Was that Miss Cavanagh?"
"Yes it was," I say, smiling back at my roommate before turning from her and standing up.
"Is she still there?"
"Yes she is, Mr. Grey."
"Well, in that case, please call me Christian."
Kate walks up behind me and with her warm, slick hands begins kneading my sore legs once again. I let out a surprised little squeak.
"Anastasia?"
I smack Kate playfully on the arm.
"Sorry, yes, of course, Chrisitan." It really is a pleasure to say his name.
Kate's hands are still working my muscles slowly, so I turn to face her, an incredulous look on my face. I mouth "quit it" but she just grins back at me, now massaging the backs of my thighs, pulling me into her body slightly. It's infuriating.
"So, Christian," I manage to sound pleasant and light thankfully. "To what do I owe the honor of this call?"
"I just wanted to check in and make sure you were feeling alright."
Kate's fingers are creeping up my thighs towards that crease at the bottom of my butt she'd been playing with earlier. She giggles lightly. Dammit.
"I'm alright."
I try to wiggle out of her grip, but she is definitely a bit taller and a bit stronger than I am, so it's no use.
"You're not too sore?" He sounds genuinely concerned.
Kate starts running her finger tips along that sensitive spot slowly, like she'd done before, and a soft moan escapes my lips.
"Anastasia?"
"Sorry, no, I'm not. It's okay."
"Are you alright? Is something the matter. You don't sound quite yourself."
My hips buck slightly into Kate's and she lets out a soft peal of laughter. It gives me goosebumps on my arms.
"Yes, it's... It's just Kate." I look straight into her eyes, which are half-moons from her gigantic smile. She's really enjoying this.
"Okay, well, don't let her tease you too much."
You have no idea, Christian Grey. "I'll try not to let her."
And just like that, Kate winks at me, leans in, and kisses me straight on the mouth before giving me a sharp smack on my already abused ass and walking away.
"To be honest, Miss Steele," I hear Christian in a small, far-away kind of voice say. "I called for another reason. Can you make an excuse and slip away to your bedroom?"
I stand there, open-mouthed for a moment before I come back to my senses. "Absolutely. Just a moment please."
I hold my hand over the receiver before pointing at her, whisper-yelling, "I'll deal with you later," and running my finger across my throat. I march off to my room, leaving her cleaning up the food, beer, wax, and lotion.
After I've firmly closed the door and turned on a little music so I won't be overheard by my overly curious, privacy-defying, incredibly sexy roommate, I sit down on my bed.
"Alright, Mr. Grey, how can I help you?"
I can practically hear him smile. "Good. Very good, Miss Steele." I'll admit, I'm so proud of myself that I've pleased him. "Now I'd like you to tell me what you are wearing at the moment."
I know it's a little cliché, but he's so clinical in the question, that I just answer instead of trying to be cute.
"Uh, a pink tank top and," I hesitate slightly. "And, um, your boxer briefs, sir."
"Good. You're not wearing any socks, no bra?"
"No, sir."
"Good. And where are you right now?"
"On my bed."
There's a moment of silence.
"Sir."
Shit. "On my bed, sir."
"Miss Steele, you know you must be punished for every infraction. If I don't punish you, how can you learn?"
I feel my whole body tense up.
"But right now, I'd like you to remove your tank top."
I hesitate.
"Mr. Grey?"
"Yes, Miss Steele?"
You can't see me, can you? That's what I want to say. But I can't make myself say it. Part of me doesn't want to know. I wouldn't put it past Christian Grey.
"Hold on a moment, please."
I set the phone down on the quilt and take my tank top off, tossing it on the floor, then pick the phone back up.
"Now, Miss Steele," he says in a very disapproving tone. "Did you just throw your clothes on the floor?"
I blush. He can see me!
"Yes, sir."
"Pick up your shirt and fold it."
"Just a moment, sir." I set the phone down again. I fold the shirt and put it away. "Okay, I'm done, sir."
"Good. It's important to keep things tidy, Miss Steele. Now, lay back on your bed."
I do as I'm told.
"We're going to need to get you a hands-free device I think, but we have to work with what we have tonight. Which hand are you holding the phone with?"
"My left, sir."
"Good. With your right hand, run your fingertips slowly along the side of your body."
I blush again. I'm still feeling flustered from my evening with Kate. This is almost too much for me to bear.
"I thought you said I wasn't allowed to," I blush further if it's possible. "To masturbate," I whisper.
"You haven't signed the contract yet," he says matter-of-factly. "Now, start at your hip."
I touch the pads of three fingers to my skin at my hipbone and move slowly up my body.
"Close your eyes and begin."
I close my eyes and the sensation becomes more sexual suddenly, more sensual. My fingers slide over my ribs and I nearly purr.
"Now, once you reach your breast, lightly skim your fingers along the side of it."
I let out a soft sigh.
"Miss Steele, you're going to want to be more descriptive than that."
My eyes pop open when I realize what he's asking me to do. I look around the room to see if Kate is watching me, which of course, she isn't. I close my eyes once more.
"Mr. Grey, I wish you were here to do this."
"God, me too," I hear him murmur quietly. "Run your fingers in a spiral over your breast," and like that, he's back to his equally sexy business mode. "When you reach the nipple, you'll squeeze it. Hard."
I do as I'm told and shudder when I reach my nipple. "Oh, it hurts, Mr. Grey," I moan into the phone.
"You remember your safeword, Miss Steele?"
I nod into the phone, "Yes, sir."
"Good. Run the flat of your palm down your stomach," he says.
It's such a different sensation than the cool grazing of my fingertips that it almost surprises me.
"Oh Jesus," I pant.
"When you reach my underwear, I want you to go over the fabric with the flat of your palm gently."
"I'm so close, sir." And I am. I am so very close. Hell, I was close when the phone rang.
"Good. Stop."
"But Christian," I whine. There's silence. "I'm sorry, Mr. Grey."
"No, you're not. But you will be."
Oh good God, save me from this man.
"You won't touch yourself tonight. You'll sleep without a shirt, in my underwear, and you'll send me a text message when you wake up."
I can hear the glee in his voice. He's enjoying the hell out of this.
"Sweet dreams, Miss Steele."
"Good night, Mr. Grey."