Body Electric

Chapter 1

What would you do if it turned out that a book crush of yours truly exist? Scream? Maybe. And what would you do if you got the chance to meet them? Scream louder? Probably. But what would you do if that man was Christian Grey? Scream for hours until your neighbors call the police on you? Exactly.

I was still shocked. But I needed to force my feelings back to the dark. He couldn't see me like that. He couldn't know I was falling for him. Actually, he couldn't even get to know I was there. Yet.

It took me months to plan everything out. But finally I was ready.

The cold air hit me and I started to shiver. Standing outside for hours wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Well, perhaps I wouldn't be freezing if I wore warmer clothes. Or if wore anything under the elegant black coat I had chosen to put on. But I had other plans...

A few more hours flew away. It was completely dark now and the only thing I could hear was the sound of my teeth as they chattered to each other.

I raised my gaze to the shining moon and nodded to myself. Let's get started.

I took off my high heels and started to run towards the huge building. I couldn't risk that someone might hear me. It was my only chance and I couldn't let myself ruin it.

As I entered the garage it felt so familiar. I remembered every single detail from the books. Emotions and memories were storming in my veins and my heart was pounding hard against my chest as I stepped in the elevator. That elevator.

I pushed the botton and headed to the highest floor. I knew I couldn't waste my time because he could notice my presence anytime soon.

Before I even realized I was standing in front of the door that I knew was the only thing that separated me from the dark paradise. The Red Room of Pain.

That room had everything that a human being could ever dream of. Pleasure mixed with beautiful pain. But the jackpot was Christian Grey's heart.

I placed my hand on the door handle. Showtime.

I slowly tried to open the door but, what a surprise, it was closed. I had assumed it would be though. I had just had this little hope, which died now, that maybe, just maybe this would be easy.

"You wanted... I'm going to open you one way or the other." I whispered insanely but determinedly to the door.

I pulled out my hairpin and started to do that I had been practicing for a very long time.

Damn,they ain't teach this shit at school,my subconscious spoke up triumphantly as the door opened.

My lipstick covered rosy lips turned into a proud cheeky grin and I walked in...

In fact I knew everything about the Red Room of Pain. But seeing it with my own eyes was different. Very different but literally breathtaking.

The first thing I noticed was the deep, dark burgundy color that was dominating. The vanished wood floor gave an extravagant old-school style to the whole atmosphere. It felt like I was in another century where other people would probably call this place the Room of Satan. And maybe they would be right.

I closed my eyes and took a huge breath inspiring the characteristic scent of citrus. The feeling was unforgettably releasing as the great air filled my lungs.

Now it's time to have a proper look at those famous BDSM stuff, I encouraged myself and with that I opened my icy blue eyes.

Wow.

That was the only word that came to my mind. And honestly, there were no other words that I could describe the view I got to see with. It was just...wow.

The leather whips took my attention at first. There were so many. Some of them seemed to be old but there were new ones as well. But one thing was equal in them. Every single one of them had their own shine that hypnotized me. It made me want to touch them. To try them out.

I shook my head. Concentrate Anabelle! If you do this well, you'll be able to experience everything on your own skin.

My mind was right again. I didn't have that much time left, I could feel. So instead of admiring Christian's beautiful collection I walked next to the door and took down my jacket.

My feet felt like jelly and I thought I would throw up in any moment as I kneeled down in nothing but my panties and heels. I followed every instruction that was given to Anastasia in the books. And then all I had to do was waiting.

My stomach twisted in nervousness when I heard someone started to play the piano. Christian.

I knew what he was doing. I was sure he knew I was there. But he wanted to test me. Test my patience.

I forced my eyes closed again and listened to the wonderful melancholic song he was playing. It was extremely heartbreaking to think of how sad his past had been. But I needed to admit that his play turned me on in some ways.

Once the place went silent again I knew he was coming. His heavy footsteps echoed in the house. They got louder and louder and when they finally stopped I opened my eyes and saw his bare feet in front of me.

I didn't look up. I knew I couldn't. Follow his rules, follow his rules, I repeated in my head. 

"You know I could have called the cops on you.." he started. His husky voice was more wonderful than anything. It could and be the national anthem of the USA.

"Or I could have shot you down."he continued and I smiled. He hated weapons and I was sure he knew I had known that.

"Look at me," he demanded and I did. Without any fear I looked right into his gray eyes.

"You are aware of what I am going to do with you now, aren't you?" he asked me but I didn't say a word. I couldn't speak until he told me to.

"You have been such a bad, bad girl. And I always punish bad girls," he said whilst raising his fingers to his full lips. 

"Tell me your name,"

"I'm Anabelle," I told him in a shaky voice but I couldn't help myself. He had this influence on me. He didn't even do anything, yet my panties were already soaked.

"Well Anabelle, stand up and come closer."

I did how he asked but my eyes never left his.

All of a sudden I was pushed against the wall, and then a kiss was placed on my lips. It was passionate and tough. Mmm. I couldn't even breath but I didn't care. I was there for this. For him. My life felt to be totally completed. I could die and I wouldn't even care because Christian Grey had kissed me.

In that moment the thin line between fake and reality blurred. All the things that happened in the books came to life.

No Ana. Only me and Christian.

Hell, what a lucky bitch I am!

And then something happened. One thing came to my mind. One sentence that made me want to laugh hysterically.

Are you gay, Mr. Grey?

It was more than insane to even assume something like that. Christian Grey? Gay?

"Well, Mr. Grey... You are apparently not gay," I whimpered whilst gasping for air once I broke the kiss.

And with that I started an avalanche that caused the best night of my life.