Paging Dr. Steele

Chapter 6: Grey Nights

This is my story--a fanfic I started in 201. The first draft can be found on Fanfiction. However, my current updates can be found at https://butterflysaga.wordpress.com/journey-of-miles/paging-dr-steele/ which is my personal website. I keep finding my story added to Wattpad by other writers and have decided that maybe, if I add it myself, they will stop doing it, so here goes...   

I do not own Fifty Shades Trilogy, or the characters. They belong to E. L. James. I am only exercising my right to exploit, abuse, and mangle the characters to MY discretion in MY story in MY interpretation as a fan. I hope you—as a fellow fan—enjoy it, too.

Chapter 06—Grey Nights

I'm sitting on my couch in the great room when Elena arrives. She gives me her phony little air kiss, then presents me with this beautiful bite-sized brunette doll. She's magnificent. I don't know where Elena found this one, but she is a true beauty—long natural eyelashes that frame deep green eyes, a luscious pouty mouth, lovely pale skin and beautiful supple breasts.

"What's your name?" I ask the tender little morsel in front of me.

"Greta Ellison, Sir," she says, softly. I feel my cock twitch watching her mouth move. I want to do some unthinkable things to this little dish. I walk around her to examine the merchandise. Greta... is that her real name? I don't do pseudonyms, but Elena knows that.

"You've done the preliminary background check?" I ask Elena.

"Of course, Christian," she says, slightly affronted. "I'm not new to this, you know." She reaches into her purse and pulls out some documentation. "Here is her NDA and a list of her hard limits." I take the list from Elena and scan it briefly before telling Elena, "Leave us. I would like some time alone with Ms. Ellison. I'll contact you when we're done."

Elena and Greta exchange glances, after which Elena air kisses me once more and leaves. "Please, sit, Ms. Ellison." I watch her as she walks over to my sofa to take a seat. She's knows I'm watching her walk. I want her to know. I want her to want to please me. Her long chocolate hair stops just short of her round, firm ass. Very nice ass. I can do wonderful things to that ass. I have to adjust my pants before I go over to the sofa.

"How long have you been a submissive, Ms. Ellison?"

"I've been in the community for seven years, Sir," she says, her head down, hands on her thighs. Nice.

"You may look at me." She raises her head slowly and makes eye contact. Control, Grey. She hasn't signed anything yet. I caught the distinction in her answer. That's what makes me a shrewd businessman.

"Have you always been a sub?"

"No, Sir." Intriguing.

"You've been a Domme before." It's more a statement than a question.

"Yes, Sir, I have." There's still something else. I can hear it.

"What was your last position?"

"Sub, Sir."

"And why did you leave your Dom?'

"She locked me in her playroom for three days, Sir." She. "Captivity is a hard limit for me."

"So, you're bisexual?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Which do you prefer?" I lean back on the sofa.

"May I speak freely, Sir?"

"Right now, I'd prefer it." She smiles seductively. She sits back on the sofa and crosses her legs.