487Hey girlies, hope you're going to like the second chapter of Virtual Encounter.
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Christian Grey POV.
I sit at my desk in my spacious, airy office at the top floor of Grey House and stare out of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Immersed in my own thoughts, my gaze is travelling across the rooftops of some far away skyscrapers. Suddenly I'm roused from my musings by the ping of my laptop alerting me I've got a new email. I hope it's news from our IT director, Thomas; I asked him to look into that email address to which I accidentally sent the kinky letter meant for Amber last night. So far he's had no luck getting into that email account and deleting the fucking stupid letter.
What the fuck were you thinking, Grey? Oh that's right, you let your dick do your thinking for you…
Who could've fucking known that breaking into the Google servers would be more difficult than stealing government secrets from the fucking Pentagon? It seems to be a hard task even for one of the best computer wiz kids like Thomas. On the other hand Google does have more computer nerds than you could fit into a whole Comic-Con geek fest. I should probably look into buying more of their stock.
I look at the email and my mouth opens for a split second. What the fuck? Whoever I sent the letter to, wrote me back. This is going to be interesting… well, let's take a look then, shall we?
I click on the letter sitting in my inbox and for some strange reason I'm holding my breath with nervous trepidation.
…I read the last lines of the letter and the words are just ringing in my ears… I have pleased you, Master. Only now do I notice that I'm practically panting, my breaths coming in short shallow huffs, and my dick is throbbing in my slacks. I'm almost afraid to move a muscle, because I just fucking might come in my pants… What the fuck was that? Get your fucking shit together, Grey, you're acting like some horny teenager and not the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company. For all you know this letter could be from some pimple-faced adolescent who's playing a prank on you with a bunch of her giggling girlfriends. Or it could be some fat bald guy pretending to be a girl, who spends his days glued to a computer in his mother's basement, trolling people on the internet.
Ok you're spiraling, Grey, enough of this bullshit, take control of this now and just deal with it.
I go to the email one more time, and drag my mouse over the delete button… Just one click and be done with it, get it out of your mind and let Thomas deal with it, what the fuck are you waiting for, Grey? "Your turn now" she's fucking challenging me. Who the hell are you, Miss Steele? And why the hell do I feel so turned on by your reply? Am I really thinking of doing this? I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, my left hand sliding under the table and rubbing the hard throbbing bulge in my pants, adjusting it. Why is this so erotic? What the fuck is wrong with me? That's not how I do things… I don't play games… well… at least not those kinds of games -virtual, over the internet, practically anonymously. I take huge pride in letting people know who they are dealing with and they all fear me. The name "Grey" alone has immense power and no one dares mess with me.
Okay, Miss Steele, let's play this game, but first I need to "adjust" the nature of Thomas's task.
I pick up my phone and ring the IT department. I bark out my orders, not even bothering to listen to whatever pleasantries the person on the other side has to say.
"Grey here, put Thomas on the line right away," I growl at some girl who picked up the phone.
"S-sure Mr. Grey, tan-transferring your call right away," I can hear her shakily exhaling before the call goes to Thomas's desk, or his cave, whatever he likes to call it.
"Uhh, Mr. Grey, I had a bit of trouble breaching the security. I'm trying to get in touch with my buddy who works there, but it's risky. If all else fails I might have to send a nasty worm to crash the whole server. But that might have very severe consequences, erasing e-mails from thousands of people and infecting a whole lot of computers… and it might turn out all for nothing because most of the emails are automatically backed up on their system. I'm so sorry, Mr. Grey, I'm doing what I can, but this is Google we're talking about, they have better security than the Pent..," I interrupt his rambling by clearing my throat and he stops in his tracks, leaving only ragged breathing on the line.
"Relax, Thomas, no need to crash the servers for half of LA's residents by unleashing some crazy computer virus over one stupid email. Just put that on the back burner for now, I have another task for you instead."
"Understood, Mr. Grey, what do you want me to do?"
"I just got a reply from that email address, can you narrow down from where it originated?"
"Well, they're using mobile IP protocols now and it means that…" ugh... I don't have the patience for his techno babble.
"Spare me the technical details for now and just answer my question, can you do it or not?"
"I believe I can reverse the signal back to the router and find out at least what network it came from, possibly narrow it down to a few blocks radius, just give me thirty seconds and I'll email you the results, sir."
"Great, do that!" I hang up on Thomas and dial the extension for Taylor.
"Mr. Grey, what can I do for you, sir?" he asks just as my email chirps with the message from Thomas. I wedge the phone between my shoulder and my cheek and I click to open the attached map with an approximate location marked in red circle. Hmm that's lucky, the address appears to be local, here in Los Angeles. What are the odds? For all I know I could have emailed someone in Uganda or something.
"Find every woman by the last name of Steele, S-T-E-E-L-E, who lives or works in Los Angeles, concentrate on the Beverly Hills / West Hollywood area, initial letter of the first name A. Compile a list and send it to me ASAP."
"You got it, sir; you'll have it in your email in a few minutes."
While I wait for the list I decide to get some coffee. I press the intercom button and speak with my PA.
"Can I get a cup of coffee in here, Silvia?"
"Right away, sir," quickly and efficiently, my trusted PA Silvia always ready to cater to my every whim. That's how all my staff operate, and you never hear anyone complaining… well, not if they want to keep their jobs, that is.
She enters my office shortly after with a quick knock on the door and sets the steaming cup of coffee on my desk, taking a step back, waiting for any other task. I wave her off.
"That'll be all, Silvia, thank you."
"Very well, Mr. Grey" she says before closing the door behind her. I just nod my head.
I'm halfway through my coffee, when the email containing the list I asked Taylor for arrives in my inbox. Quite a short list, only one person by the last name Steele and first name beginning with the letter A. Anastasia Steele. Working at… well I'll be damned, surprise, surprise, working at Virtual Encounters Ltd., as one of those virtual PA's, 24 years old, unmarried. Taylor even included a photo, how nice of him, I click on the photo attachment and my dick twitches in response to the angelic beauty looking back at me from the picture.
Holy shit, long wavy brown hair, huge sparkling blue eyes, cute button nose, and the most beautiful and innocent smile I ever saw. God, I want to fuck her so bad, I feel like my dick is going to burst the seam of my suit pants. I have to know everything there is about little Miss Steele here. Does she know that I just acquired Virtual Encounters Ltd?No, how could she? News of the deal is still embargoed for another few weeks and I'm not planning on making a public announcement until the official name change to Grey Encounters in one month after I take full control of it. Has she figured out who I am? Argh, I need more on her.
"Taylor, it's Grey again, get me the full works on Miss Steele, just do it all quietly and discreetly. I don't want any alarm bells going off on her end, you got that?"
"I've already started, sir, and have I ever done it any other way, sir?" I can hear a tiny amount of hurt in his voice. He's right of course, after all this time he knows my stalker tendencies better than anyone and he's done thousands of background checks for me, always with the utmost discretion. Why do I feel so nervous asking for this one? What's so different about her?
"Right, you're totally right, I'm sorry for doubting your methods. I just want you to be extra attentive with this, one copy only, printed, for my eyes only, I want it on my desk by the end of the day, can you do it?"
"Yes, sir, you can count on me."
Hanging up the phone I get back to my personal email account and get ready to answer the salacious letter Miss Steele wrote me. Ok, you want to play? Let's play, Miss Steele; I will make you so aroused that the leather of your chair will have to be replaced. I chuckle to myself evilly and start writing my reply.
To: A Steele
Subject: Pleased
From: C Grey
Date: 01/24 10:55
Dear Miss Steele,
First, allow me to apologize for accidentally sending you a letter of such vulgar and explicit contents. Where are my manners? I would never do such rude things to a lady without at least getting to know her name and treating her to a nice dinner first. And any fun in the bedroom would only begin after the signing of the contract in which we both would clearly specify all our soft and hard limits, the do's and don'ts, likes and dislikes. The safety and total satisfaction of both parties involved are always my highest priorities.
Relationships in the BDSM world are always based on absolute trust and honesty. I guess we kind of skipped a few steps there… But I have to admit that I am pleasantly surprised by this unexpected turn of events that led to you receiving the letter meant for Amber.
You are a very brave woman, Miss Steele, for answering such an explicit email and the way you answered… I think my pants might split in half.
I noticed your aversion to whipping and I applaud your initiative to replace it with the alternative of me fucking your mouth. I would like that very much.
I think with the proper training and care, you would make a great submissive. We would probably start from something light, like sensual spanking or light flogging with a soft suede flogger. It doesn't hurt at all, just creates a wonderful tingling sensation, bringing the blood to the surface of your skin and making it one large erogenous zone. Would you like to imagine what it feels like? Let me paint the picture for you. And you just relax and enjoy the ride.
To begin with, in the bedroom you will always call me Master because that's what I'll be to you. Another thing, I'm sure you look fantastic in a tight pair of jeans or a pant suit, but when you are with me I want you only in skirts or dresses and heels. I want quick access to you in case I decide to fuck you on any of the numerous surfaces in my penthouse, like my beautiful dinner table for instance… mmmhmm fuck you from behind, pressing your beautiful body against the glass of my floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the streets below.
Well then, if you dare, let me lead you to the bedroom, Miss Steele. 'Don't be frightened, I will not hurt you, I'm here to give you pleasure only' you'll hear me say as the heavy double doors close behind us.
I stand behind you, your back flush to my chest as my hands travel up from your thighs, lightly brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden behind your panties, up over your stomach, then higher, counting your ribs, fondling the fleshy mounds of your chest, squeezing your nipples, then, giving them a hard tug, I slide my hands further up, caressing your throat. I brush your hair to one side of your face while the index finger of my left hand slips into your mouth, letting you suck it. My lips trail over the skin of your exposed neck and I trap the soft flesh of your earlobe between my teeth, nibbling on it gently.
My hands land on your shoulders and then slide down your arms, locking them behind your back. And with a plastic zip tie from my pocket I fasten your wrists together. Now, Miss Steele, you are mine for the taking.
I lead you to the bed and sit on the edge of it, draping you across my legs. Positioning your upper body on the bed, I can feel my breath getting quicker from the excitement I get knowing I will spank your delicious round bottom. I trap your legs with one of mine and weave my left hand between your zip tied arms, holding you firmly locked in place. My right hand caresses your tight ass cheeks and I slip it in the apex of your thighs. Ohh, yes I love the dampness of your panties… I tug them down, leaving them to rest just above your knees, then I knead your ass some more. I lift my hand into the air and bring it down against your right cheek in a delicate upward motion, and I repeat the same on the left cheek, and then one more time, striking your pussy. I soothe your tingling skin by stroking the places that I struck, then sink two of my fingers into your hungry pussy.
I could listen to you moan all day long… I repeat the rhythm a few more times and I can feel your body tensing; you're getting ready to explode. Not yet… hold it in; I want to be inside you when you come. I cut off the plastic tie and turn you on your back in the middle of the bed. In seconds I'm nestled between your legs, rubbing my stiffness between your slick lips. I pull your legs on my shoulders and enter you with single deep thrust…your back is off the silky sheets, only your neck, arms and shoulders are touching the surface of the bed and I'm pounding into you with deep fast thrusts accompanied by muffled grunts coming from between my clenched teeth. It doesn't take long until your screams pierce my ears and both our bodies tremble in unison. Exhausted I lay my head between your heaving breasts and try to catch my own heavy breath.
Miss Steele, where should I send the check for the steam cleaning of your furniture and replacement of your ruined panties?
Sincerely,
Mr. Grey
I hit the send button and recline in my comfy chair. Let's see what she has to say this time. I almost have half a mind to order Taylor to bring the car around so I can do a thorough inspection of my newly acquired company, just to see what state Miss Steele is in after she reads my email.
Anastasia Steele POV.
I was focused on my work until I received that email an hour ago. It just bugs me. In a good way. First of all, I think I replied too quickly. I should have consulted with someone at least. Why did I have to rush into it? Now it's too late. I'm a respected member of the staff in my company and if my boss finds out what type of language I used she would fire me on the spot. Nobody has heard me talk like that. I should be focusing on my career and instead here I am, answering tasteless emails on the BDSM side. And what a yummy delicious side that is!
I never knew I would like that sort of thing. I mean, yes, this is all too good over the internet but would I actually commit to participate? Definitely not.
Which brings me to my biggest worry. If I am somehow traced...what would I say? I already feel the adrenaline shooting through my heart from the fear of getting caught.
Calm down, Ana.
Maybe I should analyze the situation from a different point of view.
Let's say he received my email and he read it. Would he reply? If yes, then is he cheating on that girl... Amber? I mean, that must be his girlfriend, right? Hold on, theoretically, this cannot be construed as cheating because it's via email…a damn good one I must say!
Right. It's official. I am losing my mind. Why did I email him back? Let's look at the facts. The email was unbelievably sexy. Mhm. It was so sexy I had to go to the restroom and wipe myself with a tissue. Twice! Another fact. I haven't had a good fuck in a while, so...really, my clit was replying to that email rather than my mind. Fact three...um…I really want him to email me back. I will take anything at this stage to get my juices going. Until I find myself a boyfriend. I promise.
I say that last word and look at the screen. My Gmail account is refreshing itself and an email from that same C. Grey pops in my inbox.
Oh my god! I feel a twinge in my panties. I'm so excited. I open it as quick as you would open a Christmas present delivered to you directly from Santa. I skim over the text and all I see is sex, sex, and more sex. And sex once again.
Okay, breathe...sit up straight Anastasia, wheel the chair under the desk, get that keyboard in front of you, your right hand on the mouse and start reading.
Slowly!
Enjoy it!
Feel it!
Mmhm...mhm...mhm... I moan out loud, pretending to read a very important email until...until I get to the part that's...oh my...I can't pretend anymore...this is...I could say hard core. Is it? Well it's sex. This guy is good. Really good. He should be a smut writer. A lemon king. Maybe he is a lemon king.
I keep reading and ah...am I getting multiple flash burns from the email? Is it possible that I am turned on? There go my panties again. Wet. They haven't dried properly and yet again, I feel them getting soaked. I do love them wet. Reminds me of what's coming. My date with BOB.
Okay. Mr. Grey, you made me wet and needy. Let's see how you will like this one.
To: C Grey
Subject: Good Girl
From: A Steele
Date: 01/24 11:30
Dear Sir,
If we are doing this, then please, try not to brag about the things you may or may not have. I really dislike a man who shows off. Let your juicy words speak for you, not your possessions. I am not the right person to brag to anyway. I don't take notice of your penthouse or whatever you have. For all that matters, if you really fuck like you write, money wouldn't be important at all. Because all we'll do is stay indoors and fuck like rabbits.
I could go to a dinner with you but I will certainly not be expecting you to pay for it. So in other words, don't do me any favors. Let's focus on the pleasure.
You talk about a contract. A contract? I'm interested to find out why would I need a contract in order to play with you? Is that a contract that I am allowed to fuck you? Or you me? Last time I checked this was a free country and people could do pretty much what they wanted sexually. Yes?
As for hard and soft limits, I need to know more about it. I am not even sure what that is.
To be honest, communicating virtually is the only time I would involve myself in this sort of game. The fact that I am needy as hell isn't helping. I haven't had a good fuck in almost a year. And even then it wasn't as hard as I wanted it.
You say I'm brave but I don't think I'm brave at all. We're doing this via email and I'm certain that if you ever see me in person you'll see what I really am - a quiet little girl who hasn't said the word 'fuck' out loud ...ever.
Now, to the pleasing part. I am glad I pleased you and gave you a hard on, Sir. Very much so. I had to retaliate after what you did to my panties.
You mentioned spanking, I would sign up for that anytime, I think. The way you say it, bringing my blood to the surface and making my skin an erogenous zone, I can only imagine what it feels like.
Right now, this is the image I have in my head:
I'm in my heels, taken by you to a wooden stockade, bent down over it and my panties taken off. My behind perks up high as you shimmy my panties down, my openings ready and wet, drenched in my juices. You kneel behind me and start licking me, your tongue roving all over on my folds and you lift one of my knees on the ledge, making me even more open and giving you access to my everything. You continue with the fervent sucking, making me moan and whine and…ah…and then you put my leg down. I feel your hard cock spring out, you slide it up and down my cleft, slap my behind, making me wait for you to start, all the while I'm feeling the trickles down my legs. I am open and I need you …come on… I beg…I am already lost in the moment when your fingers claw into my hips, holding me tight and you pound me so hard, my thighs press flat against the stockade. With each violent thrust you get deeper into me. Ahh, I am coming, I burst into a million pieces and I whine in frenzy, my groin is on fire, your grunts and moans tell me you're there, too, close to your summit when, suddenly you still and growl loud. I feel each squirt of your seed being released inside of me, deep into my core, feeding the beast within me.
My legs shake and I lose my standing when you catch me in your arms and take me to your bed. Tired and sweaty, with your arms wrapped around me, we fall asleep.
Mmm…Yes. That was really good for me, in so many ways. Was it pleasing for you, Master? Have I been a good girl?
Considering I might have made you hot and bothered too, and possibly wet with your own juices more than once I don't think you owe me anything. But good try.
Your turn to please me, Sir.
A Steele
Oh my! I'm going to change my panties now. Writing these emails makes me fucking needy, and soaking wet. What is wrong with me? I'm having a date with BOB today. It's decided. My body needs it and my soul, ah, my soul longs for something more. Something fulfilling…tangible.
Who are you, Mr. Grey? Are you my Grey in shining armor? Or a dark prince, riding into obscurity? Whoever you are, you better reply to me. I need you. I need this.