Despite Ana’s body giving in to Elliot’s charms, her mind seemed to be the only one with some common sense. Pushing him away from her, she glared at him with annoyance.
“Elliot! Now is the not time!” She snapped.
The older Grey brother smirked with triumph. He opened his arms to her. “Any time is a good time.” Once again he approached her to which she kept him at arm’s length.
“I don’t have time for his,” she clucked. “I’m meeting Christian and your parents are here in the lobby.”
“Let’s not keep them waiting then,” Elliot purred in her ear. His hands embraced the front of her stomach. “My God, you look beautiful tonight.” She backhanded him across his chest. “Okay, I’ll behave myself.”
She raised an eyebrow to which he held up a peace sign with his fingers.
“Scouts honor.” He said. Offering his arm, Ana reluctantly took it as they went in search of the Grey family.
They did not have to look far as Grace and Carrick Grey conversed with Christian impeccably dressed in their best evening attire. Grace wore a floor length beaded green gown while Carrick was devilishly handsome in his black tuxedo. However they paled in comparison to Christian, who wore his fitted designer tux and completely commanded the room. Seeing Ana arm in arm with Elliot sent a sensual thrill through his body.
“Look who I found wandering the lobby,” noted Elliot planting an innocent kiss to her cheek. He released the young intern who moved toward her intended date. “You need to better eye on your date Christian. She just might wander off.”
“Ana! You look absolutely stunning in that dress!” Grace complimented her. The Grey matriarch was right. Ana was breathtaking. The Gucci gown that Elena picked out for her fitted her to a tee for the way it hugged her hips and showcased her best assets. Further accentuating her feminine features were the diamond webbed necklace and matching earrings.
“I see you’re wearing the jewelry we’re going to auction off tonight,” said Carrick. “Thank you for being the perfect model.”
“It would be my honor,” she smiled.
“Okay let’s get this show on the road,” suggested Christian. Together, the entered the event hall.
Gemstone Ball had been lavishly decorated with various curtains, gorgeous lighting fixtures, expensive centerpieces, and fine furniture. A beautiful dance floor had been set up with a ten piece orchestra performing a variety of classical pieces. Around the room socialites, local celebrities, and VIPs mingled as they talked with media personnel about their lives and filled them in on upcoming events.
Ana observed the spectacle completely in awe of the whole situation. As a first timer to one of these events, she had no clue what was in store for her. That all changed the moment flashbulbs bombarded her when she and Christian entered the room.
“Who is this lovely lady?” One reporter asked pressing a microphone to Christian’s face.
“This is Anastasia Steele,” answered Christian. “She’s a future columnist for Catwalk magazine. I’m sure many of you will heed amazing fashion advice from this woman.”
“Miss Steele! Miss Steele!”
Groups of journalists surrounded her hoping to get the latest scoop of who Christian Grey was dating. She knew she had to play the game but she had no idea that it would be this insane. Dozens of reporters called out her name clamoring for her attention. She tried to take it all in stride. Gathering her thoughts together, she mentally prepared herself for the charade and tried to remain poised.
“So Anastasia, how long have you and Christian known each other?” Another reporter asked her.
“Not long,” she answered. “We’ve worked together on a couple projects.”
“Would you say it was love at first sight?” One journalist prodded.
She did not answer.
“It was for me!” Christian smiled jumping in the conversation. “That’s enough questions for now. We don’t want to take away all the attention away from this charity event.” He pulled Ana away from the media. “Please excuse us.”
Ana sighed. “Thank you. You saved my hide back there. I guess I’m not use to this.”
“It’s all right,” laughed Christian. “I don’t expect you to know how to handle reporters. For a newbie, you handled yourself quite well.”
“Thanks for the compliment,” she told him. “It’s going to take a while for me to get use to all this.”
“Let’s not worry about that now,” said Christian. “It’s a party. Let’s dance!” He dragged her to the dance floor.
The orchestra swelled as the two of them held each other close. Other attendees watched the newest celebrity couple intimately move to the rhythm to the beat of the music; their intense attraction on was now display for everyone to bear witness to but they ignored all the attention. For their eyes were focused only one thing: each other.
Gray eyes examined her. The way Ana laughed when he made a sarcastic comment. The sensual way she bit her lip which turned him on. Her uncanny ability to read him, know what he was thinking, and understand who he was as a person stirred some feelings inside. Anastasia Steele was certainly a unique woman and he felt blessed to be this close to her. Unbeknownst to him, the young intern felt the same.
Losing herself to the beat of the music, Ana embraced Christian close when her eyes scanned the room to see a pair of dark blue eyes appearing distraught and lost. Elliot’s face exhibited a kind of sorrow aimed at her as he watched his younger brother dance intimately with a woman he deeply cared for. The young woman’s heart sank. She did not want to hurt the man but she could not hide her feelings developing for Christian.
The younger Grey drew upon her empathy and turned his focus toward her. “Ana, is something wrong?”
Ana hesitated anxious to reveal the truth. “Christian…there’s something you have to know.”
“May I cut in?”
A feminine voice, both curt and vicious, interrupted the pair. Elizabeth Sawyer dressed in an ivory, flesh toned revealing gown stood in front of the young couple. Her tone seemed very pointed as she stared daggers into Ana.
“Didn’t think you’d resort to slumming, Christian?” Elizabeth taunted. The brown haired woman put hands to her hips as she bent down to give the copper haired man a peek at her cleavage.
“What the hell do you want Elizabeth?” Christian demanded to know.
“I was hoping we could talk in private,” said his ex-sub.
“Not going to happen,” he replied. “As you can see, I’m with someone. I suggest you go find someone else to sink your claws into.”
“You’ll come back to me, Christian Grey!” She hissed. “You’ll see! This little side piece you have right now won’t satisfy you for long.”
“We’ll see about that,” answered Ana proving her might.
With that said, Elizabeth left in a huff leaving Christian and Ana to enjoy each other’s company. Placing a tender kiss on her lips, the businessman stroked her cheek gently.
“You’re an amazing woman Ana Steele,” he told her.
“I bet you say that to all your dates,” giggled Ana.
“No just you,” he reassured her. “Speaking of which, are you wearing my special toy?”
She blushed the moment he brought it up. “Yes, Christian…I mean Master.”
“How does it feel?”
Ana nervously described the experimental product. “I know it sounds weird but you can barely feel it all. It’s much more comfortable. How do you know it’s going to work?”
Christian grinned. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Two hours had passed for the Gemstone Ball with attendees mingling, laughing, and drinking in total merriment. The food was excellent. The drinks were divine. Even the music was incredible. As a whole, the event seemed to be going off without a hitch. Finally the time came for the auction. Grace Grey took the stage as the emcee doing a marvelous job hosting. Auctioning pricey pieces of artwork, sculptures, designer clothing, and expensive getaways the fundraiser had reached four hundred thousand dollars. Their goal for the night was five hundred thousand. Hopefully, they would reach with the last series of items being offered.
“Now for the final items of the night,” announced Grace. “The name Gemstone Ball would not be true if we didn’t deal with really, priceless gemstones. Ladies and gentlemen, our finale of the night! Our list of fine jewelry pieces! Let’s bring out our six lovely models on to the stage!”
Six gorgeous women got on the platform as they modeled a set of jewelry which was to be auctioned off for charity. Ana nearly did a double take when she saw that one of them was Elizabeth Sawyer. The brown haired socialite glanced her way hoping to intimidate her. Sadly, it began to work. As Grace went down the row of models offering each piece of jewelry, the total reached close to forty thousand dollars. Elizabeth was next to go on.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our next model is Elizabeth Sawyer!” Grace announced. “Elizabeth is wearing the diamond and Ceylon sapphire pendant necklace and matching earrings similar to the one Kate Winslet wore in the film Titanic. The sapphire pendant itself is approximately 4 carats, E colorless as are the diamonds, IF grading. We’ll start the bidding at five thousand!”
Shouts of numbers came from the crowded audience.
This continued until the ultimate bid was cast.
“Twenty thousand dollars!”
Sounds of oohs and ahs came from the audience. Grace clapped her hands as an older gentleman with gray hair offered a five figure bid for the jewelry Elizabeth was wearing.
“Twenty thousand dollars going to Mr. Steven Hauser from Courier Express!” The Grey matriarch announced. “Thank you Mr. Hauser.”
Elizabeth shot a triumphant look at Ana knowing that she raised the most funds for the night so far. The young intern gulped a breath hoping she would reach anything comparable.
“The final piece of the night!” Grace revealed to the crowd. “The diamond webbed necklace and matching earrings. Each diamond is two and half carats, completely flawless and colorless. As modeled here by the beautiful Anastasia Steele, we will start the bidding at five thousand.”
Ana scanned the audience to see Elliot smiling proudly on side of the room. She felt safe with his presence there. Her eyes darted to other side to see a wicked glint in Christian’s eye. The young entrepreneur raised his palm in the air to reveal the mini-device in his hand and her face froze. Oh God! He would not dare!
He did. Pressing a button the machine, the tiny pellet vibrated inside her sending a wave of immoral emotions through her insides. Feminine muscles clutched the foreign object, massaging her, filling her and sending her into a wave of ecstasy. Ana bit her lip as she whispered with hot breath while her body heaved and expanded with each pulse of the machine concealed within. Her tight red dress moved each rhythm of the toy dancing near her velvet folds giving a show to many of the male admirers in the audience.
“Five thousand!” One man shouted.
“Six thousand!” Another yelled.
Truth be told, it was not the necklace they wanted but the alluring woman in red whose body was poured into a sexy dress. Each movement of her body swayed in response to the special toy inside her which appeared to turn on some of the invitees, particularly of the male variety.
“Eight thousand!” The bidding had jumped.
“Ten thousand!” The pellet worked its way through. The toy rotated within moistening her folds and making her completely submissive to its actions. She inhaled a breath which caused her breasts to swell against the tight bodice of her dress causing many of the male patrons to respond with large bulges in their pants. Christian grinned from far away pleased in knowing the sinful delights he was giving her. Ana panted as a beads of sweat started to form across her cleavage inciting the male patrons bid even higher.
This was getting ridiculous. Ana’s body could not contain herself the incredible sensations started to consume her. The tiny pellet pushed her over the edge. She folded her arms hoping to get a grip on her sanity as she noticed Elliot raising his hand.
“Fifty thousand dollars!” Elliot yelled.
Shocked by his older brother’s bid, Christian refused to be upstage. He too raised his hand.
“Sixty thousand!” Christian offered.
“Seventy thousand!” His older sibling responded. Jealousy dripped in his voice.
The crowd went wild as they watched and observed the two Grey brothers compete for the item on stage. Attendees wondered if the prize they wanted was the fine jewelry or Anastasia Steele on stage. Either way, they loved watching the drama unfold in front of them.
“Eighty thousand!” Elliot shouted as his last offer.
Ana could not restrain herself. The pellet rammed through her body, much like her well-endowed Masters. Her insides pulsed, vibrated, and sent an astonishing wave of pleasure through her body. White hot heat began to surge from her core.
“One hundred thousand dollars!” Christian bellowed from across the audience.
“Sold!” Graced yelled. “One hundred thousand dollars to my son Christian Grey! Congratulations folks! Thanks to this final bid! We’ve raised over half a millions dollars for charity! You all deserve a pat on the back!”
The room applauded loudly but for Ana Steele it meant trouble. The sensations building up inside her had been too much. Ana panted silently as sweet nectar erupted from her velvet folds. Her panties soaked with her sacred honey; she ripped of the earrings and necklace and handed it to Grace as she ran off stage. Powder blue eyes glanced at an infuriated Elizabeth looking at her with contempt as Ana boarded the elevator to head back up to her suite.
As soon as she arrived at her door, she tucked her dress up to remove the tiny pellet drenched in her pleasure from her sugar walls. Tossing it to the carpet, she unlocked her hotel room and entered. Ana shut the door behind her relieved and embarrassed just as the startling sounds of someone else made her aware that another person was in the room with her. She lifted her eyes slowly to see female figure in a dirty coat brandishing a large knife staring back at her.
“Don’t scream!” The strange woman demanded.
Ana analyzed the woman’s features. Curly blonde hair now disheveled cascaded around the stranger’s face as once pretty eyes now red and darkened sneered at her with hatred. Something familiar struck the young intern and she began to fit the pieces together.
“Leila?” She asked. “You’re Lelia, right? Elliot’s sub?”
The haggard woman holding the knife began to cry. Tears flowed from her eyes. “You remember me? You know who I am? I thought Elliot would have forgotten all about me! He wanted to hide me away.” She turned the knife toward herself and began drawing a scarlet line across her thigh. “He doesn’t care. He never cared! That is why I don’t feel anything!” Blood began to seep from her thigh.
“Leila! Stop that!” Ana protested. “Look I know Elliot’s hurt you. You can’t hold on to the pain forever. You have to let it go!”
“Let it go?” She giggled hysterically. “Do you know what I had to do? The sacrifices I had to make? I was a willing sub!” She drew out her arm and slashed a red line across it. The deep cut bled badly. “Then you took him away from me! He chose you over me! Now I’m just lost, bleeding from within! Why is that?”
“I understand your pain Leila,” the young intern attempted to reason with her. “I know what’s like for someone you trusted to hurt you. I know what’s like to take that pain out on yourself. See!” She raised her wrist to show the faded scars. “I use to cut myself as a teenager because I thought I could make the pain go away. There are other ways Leila, please let me help you.”
Her kind offering seemed to affect the troubled woman. Slowly Leila lowered the knife and cried. “Can you truly help me? I’m so lost! I don’t want to be alone! I just want someone to love me!”
“I love you Leila,” Ana responded. “Now please drop the knife and we can talk.”
In her troubled state, Leila appeared to be listening. She paused to consider the proposal for a moment before a large crack frightened her as Elliot came barging through the door.
“Ana! Get behind me!” The older Grey commanded.
“YOU!” Leila screamed. “YOU ALL LIED TO ME!” Raising the butcher knife up high, she swung it around trying to defend herself.
“Ana, I heard the commotion,” said Elliot. Seeing his ex-sub appearing insane, he stepped in front of the young woman.
“See you want her!” Leila cried. “You came to save her not me! No one loves me! You are all liars!”
“That’s not true,” Ana attempted to comfort her. “Leila, please. We love you. We just want you get help. Please put down the knife.”
Confusion and vertigo mixed together in the troubled woman’s head. She ran toward the balcony of the suite and opened the sliding glass door.
“You lie! No one could ever love me!” Leila screeched. “Don’t give Master Elliot your heart! He’ll only destroy it like he did to me! I’m not a sub or willing slave anymore! Just an empty shell! I’m nothing!”
She sprinted toward the balcony railing and jumped. Ana screamed watching helplessly as the troubled woman plunge to her death thirty stories below.