The master bedroom in the suite is large, just like the rest of it - the large overly made up bed taking up most of the stylishly decorated space.

Framing the far wall to the bottom of the bed on the far side of the room is a set of floor to ceiling windows, which showcase Manhattan beautifully as the inky night sky falls over it like a curtain.

It looks seductive and alluring and I can almost imagine living here seeing it like this.

I pull Charlie behind me, over by the window so that we're standing in front of it at the foot of the bed. I meet her eyes and reach up to brush my thumb back and forth across her plump bottom lip. It feels warm and soft to the touch, and I can feel the heat of her breath against my finger.

"This feels like a dream," she whispers, sounding breathless.

I smile and nod. "I know what you mean."

Dropping my hand from her mouth, I grab one end of the scarf around her neck and pull it slowly, unfurling it from her body. When I have it in my hand I ball it and throw it over the arm of the chair near the window.

"Won't be needing that this time," I say softly, betraying the tempest of emotions whirling beneath my skin.

"I still have that scarf you know," her voice is also soft, and soothing - it calms me a little. "A memento."

"Did you frame it?" I ask, distracted by the sight of the faint marks on her neck.

She smiles. "Not quite."

The silence stretches on, our breaths and the faint distant traffic far below us the only sounds in the semi-dark room.

She swallows. "So. Where can I touch you?" She asks, casting a furtive gaze over my body. My heart leaps, the beat quickening and I need to lick my lips as my mouth goes utterly bone dry. I can't do this. I want to do this. I will do this.

Control Grey. Take it.

I fix her with a hard stare. "This t-shirt I'm wearing. Remember what it looks like, remember which parts of me it covers." I tell her. She glances down, quickly across my chest and arms and then lower, before bringing her eyes back to meet mine. "When I undress. Touch me only on the places you can see right now." I instruct.

Charlie's eyes flash with something. Something curious maybe, and sad. She wants to ask me how, what, why. They always do. Then something else happens in her eyes, a flash of knowledge, understanding.

"The no touching part that night wasn't part of the kink, was it? It was just you." She says as she clearly begins piecing things together, making sense of things. Things from a long time ago. Things that maybe I should have tried harder to face, and deal with.

"Well my therapist says I should accept it as part of me so, yes."

Flynn was always telling me to accept the things I couldn't change. My past being the main thing. Honestly, I had no idea why I was paying him to tell me that sort of thing, except that it felt like a validation of some sort. A kind of acceptance. Perhaps instead I should have been paying him to help me deal better with women I loved being able to touch me.

"Christian I had no idea...." She looks apologetic.

"See. That tortured teenager thing wasn't just an act," I say lightly.

Charlie frowns, unimpressed with the humour. "So no one touches you?" She brings her hands up and holds them as though she might place them on my chest, but doesn't. They just hover there so that I feel the heat from them over my heart.

"No." I shake my head. "No one."

She drops her hands and looks up into my eyes. "Jesus Christian..."

"Please leave it alone Charlie," I warn quietly.

She hardens her stare and almost appears to nod without even moving her head. Quickly she moves, standing up on her tiptoes to take my face in her both her hands, kissing me hard. The touch of her skin on mine stuns me for a moment and I'm unable to move. I just stand there, stock still as she takes command of my mouth with hers. Her hands slide up into my hair and she pulls gently on the slightly too long length. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her tight to me, her small waist fitting snuggly inside my hold.

As we kiss I can sense her desire to move her hands over my body but she doesn't. She keeps them in my hair, sifting the tendrils soothingly through her fingers. I feel around her finding the zip on her dress, which I begin to pull down slowly. I'm lost in her mouth as I open the back of her dress and graze my hands across her warm soft skin. At my touch, she pushes herself further into me, pressing herself into me - into where my cock is hard and hungry for her.

She stops the kiss, stepping back allowing me to slide the dress off her shoulders so that it drops from her body and pools at her feet. I draw my eyes over her drinking her in. She's wearing a dark green lace bra and matching panties that contrast beautifully against her pale skin and almost ebony hair.

She's sublime.

I want to run my tongue over every inch of her. No wonder her husband is a jealous possessive prick. I would be too if she were mine.

Keeping my eyes on hers I grip the hem of my t-shirt and lift it up and over my head, discarding it on top of her dress on the floor. Her eyes move down my body, hovering over the scars, before lowering to my arousal, which is straining against the thin fabric of my trousers. She lowers herself slowly onto to her knees in front of me.

To my surprise, she reaches out and takes hold of my right hand. She lifts it and begins kissing each finger, starting with my small one. She keeps her eyes on mine the entire time she does it. The sight of her kneeling at my feet doing this speaks to the raging need to dominate her more than I would have thought possible. Yet at the same time, it calms and satisfies me. I watch in approval as she kisses each finger with soft wet kisses.

It's soothing, erotic and completely submissive all at the same time - it makes me feel very in control. It occurs to me that maybe she knows exactly what she's doing. That maybe she knows exactly how to please me.

When she reaches my index finger she sucks it into her mouth, curling her tongue around it before withdrawing it slowly.

"Well, no one has ever done that to me before." I smile down at her.

"Teaching you something am I, Mr Grey?" She smirks, kneeling back slightly. "You have beautiful hands you know."

Next, she delicately slides her hands into the waistband of my trousers, careful not to touch the skin on my torso. She does it expertly and I almost want to reward her for it right there. As I'm naked underneath, and very hard, when she slides my slacks down my thighs, my erection springs free unashamedly. Her eyes blaze at the sight of it, and her mouth opens as she familiarises herself with it. Or re-familiarises herself with it rather.

Stepping out of my trousers, I move them out of the way with my feet. Charlie peers up at me again as she places her hands flat on my upper thighs, no doubt to check if it's permitted. My nostrils flare and my mouth twitches but I try and remain calm.

I can handle this. However, the need to dominate the situation is beginning to sound like a beating drum in my head, one which gets louder every time she nears the edges of my tolerance.

She slides her hands around and across my behind, squeezing and massaging before bringing them back around to rest them on the tops of my thighs. She gives me a single look of desire and intent before moving her head forward to take all of me into her mouth.

Jesus Christ.

Charlie moans low in her throat as my legs threaten to give out under me.

Her tongue wraps around me as she sucks me deep into her throat. Groaning loud, I slide my hand into her hair, wrapping it around the length to pull her head closer as she moves up and down my length in delicious rhythmic movements. For minutes, she holds me at the base and works me in and out of her beautiful mouth, moaning softly as she alternates between licking, sucking and kissing.

Occasionally, maddeningly, she flicks her tongue over the tip making me grip her hair tighter and her moans change tone. She was fucking magnificent. My memory hadn't exaggerated this part of her either. She'd refined her art too it seemed.

It happens suddenly, but not unexpectedly. "Charlie, I'm going to come." I look down at her to see her gazing up at me with a sinful look in her eye, urging me on.

My orgasm is blinding hot.

A scorching heat that rips through my entire body. I literally see stars, the moonlit room brightening as I explode and pour myself into her mouth. She milks me gently with her hot tongue, dainty laps at the pulsating head, which only serves to drive me even more insane.

When it's over I pull her to her feet and kiss her hard. The taste of myself on her beautiful talented mouth does something to my insides I can't even begin to comprehend. When I pull away from her mouth she licks her lips and smiles up at me. She looks like a seductress and a nun at the same time.

How is that even possible?

"Mmm, well that was as wonderful as I remember it. Thank you.'

"It was my pleasure, so you are more than welcome, Mr Grey."

In one swift move, I pull her in front of me, pushing her the two steps forward to the floor to ceiling windows.

"Now I'm going to fück you here," I growl. She makes a soft whimpering noise and presses herself against the window. "Would you like that?"

"Yes," she nods.

"Wait here," I whisper in her ear.

Crossing the room to my travel bag on the dresser, I retrieve a condom. Then on second thoughts, lift out two more. When I return Charlie hasn't moved an inch, her body exquisite against the cityscape. Fuck what I'd give to have her in my playroom - just for one night. Perhaps I could persuade her to come to Seattle for the weekend? For several weekends.

I push that thought out of my head immediately because clearly, I'm a despicable bastard to want that from a woman who's just divorced her despicable bastard husband.

This is different. Charlie's different. With her I was different.

Before I have a chance to think anymore I come to stand behind her. She tenses at my presence for a moment before melting completely into my body, giving herself over to me.

Surprisingly I feel no trace of my earlier fear or nerves. Post-climax relaxation maybe? Though deep down I know if she were facing me it'd be a different story. I was in control here, in this position and we both knew it.

I move her hair so that it's draped over her right shoulder - I'd rather it was braided to expose her neck, but there's no time. I touch my mouth to her neck breathing deep, marvelling at how familiar she smells. The soft silkiness of her skin was also something that seemed to be imprinted into my mind.

"Your skin is so beautiful Charlie," I murmur as I trace my mouth along and up her neck. She moans and moves her head, giving me more access. "I never forgot how you tasted." I kiss her again.

She makes a quiet soft sound before speaking in a whisper. "I never forgot how your mouth felt on me."

Turning her head to mine, I kiss her roughly on the lips, pushing my face hard into hers. As I do I slide the straps of her bra down and then unclip it. Charlie slides it off the rest of the way and lets it drop to the floor.

Reluctantly, I let go of her mouth and kiss along her shoulder to the top of her spine, moving my hand across her breast as I do. They fit perfectly in my hand as I squeeze and flick my thumb across her warm hard nipple. With my other hand, I encircle her waist and pull her back against me so that I'm pressing my cock into her perfect ass. I slide my free hand downwards and into her panties delighting when she opens her legs for me.

I groan when I feel her there. "Still so soft, and warm," I whisper in her ear. "So wet."

"Yes," she pants.

I slide my finger inside a little. Still so warm, still so inviting. Again familiar. "Tell me what you want,"

"You know what I want Christian. Stop it."

I smile and press my lips to her neck, just below her ear. "Say. It. Out. Loud." I command.

She groans a little. "I want you. I want you to fuck me."

"How would you like me to fuck you?"

"What?" She sounds confused but aroused. Very aroused.

"Do you want me to fück you hard? Would you like that?" I ask quietly.

She makes a very soft very quiet noise in the back of her throat. One that she doesn't want me to hear. It sounds desperate. Like a plea for help maybe. Or mercy.

"Yes... yes that's what I want."

"Okay." I bite her softly. "Then if you're a good girl I'll fuck you slow."

"Christian... Jesus." She curses.

I remove my hands from her and step back to pull down her panties, admiring her delightful, but too pale ass, as I do. As she steps out of them I open the packet and ready myself, smiling as she gazes back at me over her shoulder, arching her back towards me, an invitation. When I position myself against her, I slide my hand down her ass and between her legs to tease her open before replacing my hand with my cock. Gently, I stroke myself against her opening making her whimper.

"Christian if you don't fuck me right now I swear I'm going to spank your bloody ass." She says turning her head to snap.

I stifle my chuckle and press my mouth to her ear. "Oh, you'll pay for that. Trust me." I breathe before sliding deep inside her.

"Oh my godd... yes," She gasps, bracing herself forward against the window as I begin to move in and out of her, kissing the side of her neck and crook of her shoulder as I do. She fits around me far too snuggly and I close my eyes as the pleasure starts to wash over me.

"Yes... please..." She moans. "Harder, god Christian I need you, harder.."

At her bid, I move faster and harder. a deep groan escaping my throat as I feel myself hit against her inner walls.

"Fuck, Charlie..." I bite her neck softly, and she turns her head looking for me. With an arm around her waist, I pull her into me, impaling her in me and press my mouth roughly against hers. Kissing her greedily, biting her mouth as she does the same.

"Oh my god." She pants, breaking away from my lips. "I'm..." She backs her body into mine further and grinds herself against my thrusts, before dropping her head back on my shoulder. "Christian, please, don't stop... god..." Her feminine gasp a moment later and the curling of her fingers into tight fists declare her orgasm. She shudders around me and I hold onto her body as she rides out her climax, her insides clenching deliciously as I continue to move in her.

I slide a hand between her legs and tease her sensitive spot as she comes, and I have to tighten my hold as her legs almost buckle beneath her.

"That's it... let me feel it.  Good girl... come for me. I can feel it, yes..." I whisper against her ear, placing delicate kisses just below it.

When her body relaxes, I begin to thrust again, my cock urgent and greedy for its own release. Charlie stays soft and malleable and so I hold her tight in my arms as I fuck her slow but deep.

When my own orgasm comes it's like deliverance - a delicious and comforting respite from a deep sort of need.

It almost feels like coming home.