Late at midnight.

It was almost midnight and Christian was walking around in the apartment. In his hand he held his phone, desperately waiting for Anastasia to call him. He was out of worry, Anastasia had promised him to be home at 10.

Suddenly, the phone rang and Christian answered, but it wasn't Anastasia, it was Taylor. "Did you search through all the bars as I told you to?" Christian asked in a very rude tone. "Yes, Mr. Grey." Taylor answered him. Christian tightened his grip around on his phone, in order to control the anger that was building up inside of him. "That's not good enough." He hanged up the call right after he had finished his sentence.

But suddenly, he heard the elevator. He walked towards it and there she was, Anastasia. "Where have you been?" Christian frowned and walked towards her, his gaze was cold and filled with anger.

"Out with Kate, as I told you." Anastasia explained to him and sighed, she knew that Christian would be mad at her. "You were supposed to be home two hours ago." Christian took a few more steps closer to Anastasia, which caused her to take steps back, until her back hit the wall.

She was now standing face to face with Christian, totally defenseless. "Christian, I was out with Kate.." Anastasia mumbled and watched Christian as he continued to approach her, until his chest was brushing against hers. But no words came out from Christian's mouth, he just kept glaring at her.

But then in quick movement, he grabbed Anastasia's wrists and pinned them up above her head. "You made me worried." He growled. Then he grabbed her hand and started to walk towards their bedroom. Once they were there,
he almost threw Anastasia down on the bed. And again, he pinned her wrists above her head, just so that she wouldn't be able to move. "Let me teach you a lesson."

He grabbed her by her waist and flipped her around, so that she was laying on her stomach instead. Then he ran his hands down on her body and towards her ass, before pulling her pants down, with her panties. Anastasia could feel how her breath started to get heavier as she felt Christian's cold fingertips circulating on her bare ass. She knew what he was gonna do, after all...she had been a bad girl. Then Christian raised his hand up in the air before he let it land on Anastasia's ass. "Ouch.." Anastasia mumbled. Of course she shouldn't have said that, because by saying that, she just encouraged him to continue.
So again, Christian let his hand spank Anastasia's ass, and then a few more times. When he felt done, he took a look down at her ass. It was red and sore, just like he wanted it to be. But was he done? Hell no. He pulled his pants down, so that his hard member was showing.

"Now Anastasia.." He murmured and began to rub his member against her ass. "Now I'm gonna fuck you so hard so that you won't be able to leave the house for a week. " He said before he almost slammed himself inside of Anastasia, which caused her to moan. As Christian was thrusting in and out of her, he took a look down at her ass again. It looked perfect with his fingerprints on. He let his eyes close, so that he could enjoy the sound of Anastasia moaning his name.

And once again it had been proved, Christian was her dominant and Anastasia was his submissive.