((Okay, this is the longest part yet. 3,777 words!! Teddy on the side))

"I'm going to put Julie up." Phoebe whispered before exiting the room leaving me with my thoughts.

Is this what it would be like? What are all these torturing devices? Is this why my parents were so mad someone would try to rope me into this? Why do my parents have this room?

I walk around the room taking in all the leather and silk objects. I take note that the bed is unmade and there is a set of lingerie on the bed. Unless Mrs. Taylor would wear this... I make the connection that this is my mother's which kind of weirds me out.

I walk over to the other side of the bed and see a pair of jeans. I pick them up and see that they are faded and ripped up. I hold them up in front of my face and sure enough they looked like my dad's size. I am beyond disgusted now. I hurriedly pick up the lingerie and jeans rushing to the nearest chest of drawers and open the top one. Big mistake.

I know what these...toys are, as much as I hates to admit it. Butt plugs. However, I didn't know there was such a variety. I pick one up and examine the torpedo shaped object. It has a strange texture on it and a switch on the top. I flicked the switch on and the toy starts to vibrate. It's worse than I thought. I drop the object and just stare at it.

"What kind of kinkyfuckery is this?" I think aloud.

"What is that?" I hear my sister's voice behind me. I quickly pick it up, turn it off and toss it in the drawer with the jeans and lingerie and other plugs. "Nothing." I answer. Phoebe simply nods her head and walks over to the objects that I felt along the wall earlier.

"What's this?"She asks playing with the tassel object. I know what it is, a flogger, but I'm going to keep my sister as innocent as possible as long as possible.

"It's like a whip." I substitute. Phoebe raises a questioning eyebrow but I shake my head telling her to drop the subject. Phoebe runs her hands over all five of them, I noticed that there are hooks missing their floggers. "Phoebe, hang it back up." I scold her while she swings the red and black one around.

She watches it curiously then brings it down on the palm of her hand. "Ouch." She rubs her palm with her thumb then hangs the leather weapon back on the hook. "That could really hurt some one." She grimaces while I roll my eyes. If only she knew. She reaches for the same chest that I stashed the pants in. I'm about to tell her it's time to leave, but she goes for the second drawer. I internally sigh and go to a wooden cabinet. Just when I think I've seen it all, I find the other "whips". Riding crops and canes to be exact.

My parents are animals, I look at the assortment of pleasure (but mostly pain) devices. "Teddy, why are these in here?" I quickly close the cabinet doors, hoping my sister didn't see anything. When I turn around she has a gray silk looking blindfold out. I run my fingers along the edges of it before looking in the drawer too.

There are all different colors. A dark green one, maroon one, navy one, white one, red one, black one, multiple gray ones, and patterned velvet one. When I look in the very back, there is a black and gold box. I open the box and pull out a red and black collar. I remember what my father said about these: "The submissive is essentially owned by their dominant and engaged in a committed erotic relationship. This does not necessarily mean the relationship is exclusive. It may also be meant literally when the dominant places a collar around the neck of their submissive."

I look on the inside, and it is engraved with 'Grey'. After a couple of seconds I close the box and stuff it back in the drawer.

"I think we need to go?" I press. When I turn around from closing the drawer, Phoebe is already headed to a new device.

"What's this?" She runs her hand over the polished wood and then the leather cuffs. Again, again I know what it is, but I just shrug my shoulders. "Why does it look like a cross?" Phoebe asks again. I roll my eyes and tug on my sisters arm.

"I think it's time we leave." Before I can take one step she is out of my grip and bounding over to the silk covered bed. Phoebe looks at the hand and ankle cuffs dangling from all four posts. "Phoebe I said we need to leave. We are leaving." I grab my sisters arm and practically drag her out of the room, turning off the light.

"Ted, what was all that?" I lock the door but don't say a word and start back down the hall and down the stairs. "Teddy!" I stop in my tracks. Phoebe only calls me Teddy if something is really wrong. "Why do our parents have that?" I sigh and hold my hand out for her.

"Let's go down stairs."

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Ana's POV

"That was delicious." I wipe my mouth and smile at Christian. I notice a smudge of sauce on the corner of his mouth. I scoot my chair over to his side, ignoring the enormous burst of pleasure the silver balls are sending up my spine and down my legs.

I can see him mentally analyzing my reaction. "What?" I roll my eyes and lick my thumb, swiping the mess away. A tiny smirk graces his face as I caress his cheek. He leans into my touch, closes his eyes and sighs. When he opens his eyes, there is something in them.

"Babe, whats wrong?" I ask. He takes my hands in his and purses his lips. He is making me nervous. What if he has decided to take a business trip to another country for a whole year and wants to leave his family behind. I mean, I wouldn't blame him.

"There is something that has been on my mind for a while now," He paused. Now I'm really worried.

"Ever since the twins," Oh no. We never talk about this anymore. "I've had this idea, a-and you can tell me no or that its stupid or-"

"Christian, what is it?"

"I want to adopt." He mumbles, avoiding eye contact. It feels like the air has escaped me. I lift his head up so he is looking me in the eyes.

"When and why?"I'm not totally opposed to the idea, but I think we need to involve the kids into the question. I can guess the why though.

"When, like I said when we found out about the boy. Why...I guess because my whole family was." He shrugs. "I've wanted to, I guess you could say 'make a difference' for someone like me." I knew that was the reason.

"Why are you just bringing this up?" I whisper. He sits up straighter and taks a deep breath.

"I guess after Teddy was first born, and all those complications, I realized I wanted to adopt. By the time I got around to telling you, you were pregnant with Phoebe. We agreed to cut it off after two, but the twins were a surprise, so I was thinking we were going from two children to four, so I pushed the adoption thought to the back of my mind. I realized tonight that if I don't tell you now and get an answer, I'll never be able to ask and live life wondering."

"Christian, we have three amazing kids, and I always expected you to wanted to adopt. But if we were to make a decision like this, I think we should run it by the older two." He nods his head and pulls out his wallet to leave a tip. There is still a relieved yet sad mask covering his face. "Hey," I grab his hand, "If I'm one hundred percent positive about anything, it's that I want to adopt a kid with you."

At this news he looks at me and a smile takes over his handsome face. "Your serious?" He asks. I nod and smile. He grabs my face in his hands and collides his lips with mine. I can feel the emotion, the joy the happiness, the lust. I can feel it all in this one intimate kiss. Christian pulls me from my chair and roughly pulls me down to his lap. I gasp into his mouth at the movement of the balls, and Christian smirks.

"I love you Anastasia Grey." He whispers and nips ay my bottom lip. And to think we are doing this in a restaurant. His massive, amazing, pleasurable hands rest on my knees, leaving a hot scorching trail as he slides them higher and higher. His finger tips skim the inside of my thighs. It takes everything in me not make a sound when his fingers finally reach me...there.

Christian gasped in my mouth and I pulled away giggling. "Surprise."

He sighed, "I'm all for extreme public displays of affection, and taking you over dinner right here right now, but I'd much rather have you tied down, or on top of me in bed." He started kissing my jawline and up to my ear. "Let's go home."

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When we reach our door I pick up Christian's wrist to check his watch. It is pretty late as is. "I hope the kids are asleep." I whisper in his ear. He smirks snaking his arm around my waist and securing me to him.

"I have big plans for you sweetheart." He mumbles against my lips as we stumble through the door. I pull away and turn on the light. Once the room is lit, I look up and there sits Teddy and Phoebe looking like disappointed parents because their teenagers stayed out all night. The tables have turned.

Teddy sits with his elbows on his knees, and Phoebe sits cross-legged right beside him. They both look a little shaken, confused, and Teddy looks pissed off. "Are you kids okay?" I laugh setting my bag on the counter and kicking my shoes off.

"Juliet's asleep, and we need to talk." Teddy says. His voice is strong and he doesn't look up at us.

"Okay, about what?" I take Christian's hand and pull him behind me to the couch. "If something happened while we were gone, you know you just have to be honest and your punishment won't be as bad." I say. I can see Phoebe's face change but Teddy's remains and he scoffs under his breath. "Yeah, punishment." I move my gaze to my daughter and stare her down, waiting for the ice to crack.

"We searched the house!" Phoebe blurts out. I try to conceal a smile because it was easier to get the information than I thought. I glance over at Christian and his face is pure anger. I put a hand on his knee and he stands up immediately. I can tell he is trying not to blow up in front of the kids, or cause a scene to wake our baby up. Teddy turns his head and glares at his sister. I would scold him but I don't want to add to the initial problem at hand.

"What do you mean searched?" I can hear my husband's voice crack, and from that seeps anger.

"We found some keys, and we decided to just search the parts of the house we never knew about and we kind of stumbled into something." Phoebe is picking her fingers and biting her lip, a nasty habit she picked up from me.

"And what did you 'stumble into'?" Christian's voice is getting louder by the second.

"A-"

"Phoebe, shut up." Teddy tells Phoebe. What has gotten into him?

"Phoebe Grace, go to your room!" Christian breaks. He punches the back of a chair causing all three of us to jump.

"No! No I won't. We need to discuss what we saw in that room. That-that torture room!"

My heart stops.

Of all the things they could have found, why that? She is waving her arms around but I can't comprehend the words. I look at Christian and his face is emotionless.

"Why didn't you tell me about this? I'm seventeen for crying out loud!" Teddy is on his feet shouting at his father and all I can do is pray they didn't do too much exploring.

"We were trying to protect you from this!" I stand up and grab Christian's arm, trying to sooth his anger.

"Well I'm old enough now. I don't need you to protect me anymore!!"

I see Christian about to explode with the profanities that he is trying to hold back so I stretch to whisper in his ear. "Let's be reasonable here. Calm down. Please." I kiss the base of his neck and then turn back to the kids once I feel him relax a bit under my touch. Just as I am about to tell Phoebe to go to her room, the baby monitor goes off blaring Juliet's cries through out the tense room. "Phoebe go check on Julie please."

"What do I not know?" Phoebe crosses her arms and looks at me. I see Christian sit down and hear his jagged breathing. His anger management has become a lot better the past few years.

"You don't need to know." He whispers. I can see the tears brimming my little girl's eyes, but I'm too upset about their snooping to comfort her.

"Everyone always leaves me out of everything! I thought I was part of this family too! I shouldn't have to leave the room! I know something's up so tell me!" She cries. As her voice raises so does the baby's cries.

"Teddy?" I look towards my son waiting for him to throw out his explanation. He just shakes his head and looks at the ground. His cheeks are flushed with color. I'm not sure if it's from his anger or embarrassment.

"What?" Phoebe whines. I sit down next to Christian so Teddy can be the one to answer, since I know this fight has to do with his situation too. "Teddy, you tried to explain it to me, but it was some whacked up story about slavery in the 1800's. What is going on?"

Teddy glares up at us then back to the ground. "I'd really rather you didn't know"

"Why?"

"Because Phoebe!" He shouts, and the color drained from Phoebe's face. He usually doesn't uses this tone of voice with her. "Because if you knew it would lead to you doing it or being forced into it too and I'm not about to let some perv rip my baby sister's innocence away. The beatings, the submission, the advantage, all of it. It will ruin you Phoebe, so just...drop it." His tone is lower and stern now.

"Is that what it's for? Pain, beatings, torture? Is it just a big red room of pain? " She is full on sobbing at this point. If my daughter wasn't in tears, I would have to hide my smirk when I glance at Christian. I guess my daughter's mind works a lot like mine. Juliet's cries became unbearable at this point. "Phoebe, please?" I asked and with a sigh, she dashed up the stairs and soon the cries stopped. I reached over to turn the monitor off.

"Why would you hurt Mom like that?!" is the first thing Teddy yells at Christian. I sigh and sit back on the couch. I have a feeling this will be another battle between father and son.

"I would never hurt your mother. I love her and you and your sister which is why I tried to keep it from you. You don't even know the technical terms or meaning behind anything in that room. I've been...I've had this secret a lot longer than you have. " Christian said exasperated, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"So are we just accidents? Results of unprotected punishments? Did you guys have a shotgun wedding so it wouldn't be all over the tabloids? Grey hires a slave and is now soon to be a father! Are we even a real family?" He is seething with rage. And then he turns to me.

"Mom how could you agree to this?" I just shake my head and look for Christian for confirmation. "Of course you would have to ask him for permission. He has you so tied down, metaphorically and literally."

"Well you almost agreed to it." I sigh. Teddy scoffs. I feel a little bad throwing that back in his face.

"Well I didn't know what it really was."

"And neither did I. Besides I never signed anything." I say. My son's body relaxes but his face is still hard and pissed off.

"Then what's the real story?" He shrugs. Christian remains silent through out this whole ordeal, but he finally reaches for my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm not going to tell you your fathers story," Christian looks at me puzzled but I just raise an eye brow at him. "Because that is a one on one thing. I will tell you my side, and our side."

"When I met your father, he was adamant about control. He "exercised control in all things"." I quote him from our first encounter in his office. A small smile twitches on his face. "He was intimidating with all his rules and kinky boundaries, but I still fell for him and he needed this, so we compromised: he would try for a real relationship and I would consent. I never signed the papers.

"It worked for us and it's behind us now. And you weren't accidents, a surprise maybe, but never accidents." I place a hand on Teddy's knee.

"Why do you still have the room if it's over?"

"The submission part is over." I smirk and feel Christian wrap an arm around my shoulder.

"Sometimes we want to rekindle old memories, or we just feel really kinky we get in the mood." He winks at me and Teddy makes a gagging noise.

"Oh God, my parents are animals." He covers his eyes and shakes his head.

"And sweetie, we've both been in your shoes so that's why we were pretty livid when you came home with that contract the other day. Ihad it easy." I smiled and pat Christian's thigh, "because I got lucky. But it could be hell and we don't want that for you."

"I planned on telling all three of you kids when you were older. I honestly didn't plan on keeping if from you for so long, son." Christian speaks up again.
There is a silence in the room. We are waiting for Teddy to speak up.

"I'm sorry. We shouldn't have looked around the house. And I'm sorry for accusing you of nasty things...even if you did confirm my thoughts." Teddy shrugs. I smile at my boy and stand up, ruffling his hair a bit.

"It's late, I'll go take care of the girls, you two need to get in bed too." The two boys started acting like babies, stomping their feet, swinging their arms, the whole bit.

After I had change into my pink and black silk nightgown, I went to crawl in bed but two strong arms stopped me.

"And where do you think you're going?" He whispers into my ear, nipping at the exposed sink under my ear.

"Well, I planned on jumping in bed with my sexy husband." I look back at Christian who is shirtless with his pajama pants on. Oh, the way they hang from his hips.

"Well, your sexy husband has other plans." Before I can say anything he grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the room. The hall is dark, but we just go a few doors down. We stopped at the door right next to Teddy's. I'm a little confused but when I go to speak Christian puts a finger against my lips to tell me to be quiet. Once he pulls me into the room, he locks the door before smiling at me like an idiot.

"I'm not really feeling that turned on right now Christian." I shrug looking around at all the 'torture devices'. I guess I can see why the kids would be a little freaked out.

"I know, but now that Teddy knows we might as well play with him a little bit." I am beyond confused what he means, until he pulls me by the arm, tosses me onto the bed, jumps up there and starts jumping up and down on the bed.

"What is this going to do?" I laugh watching my mature husband jump on the bed like a five year old.

"Oh, it'll do things. Just be as loud as you can baby." He winks at me. I stand to my feet and start jumping as well. And I don't hold back.

"Oh baby, right there!" I moaned. Christian keeps making grunting noises and moaning profanities while we knock the bed against the wall. Suddenly Christian jumps off the bed and picks up the brown leather riding crop. I'm all for joking around and jumping on the bed, but now I'm not so sure. I stop jumping and my eyes go wide.

"Keep jumping." He whispers. I do as instructed and jump a little higher when he whips the cross post. I scream on accident and Christian sends me a thumbs up.

"Oh, your so good baby."Christian moans, making me blush. Suddenly there is a obsessive hard knocking on the door.

"Would you keep it down for crying out loud!"Teddy's voice comes from the other side.

I laugh, continuing to jump on the bed. Christian skips over to me and catches me just as I jump off the bed and into his arms.

"We should do that more often." I joke causing Christian to bark out in laughter. I bite my lip while I marvel at the man in front of me. He scowls at my lips, removing it from between my teeth before looking back into my eyes.

"I love you so much Anastasia Grey." He moves some disheveled hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

"And I love you my Fifty Shades."