Christian Grey Vs Pepper Potts

Christian Grey Vs Pepper Potts
Chapter 3

    “Submissive shall make herself available for the Dominant’s pleasure for a period of three months and shall endeavor to enjoy and understand his training and discipline in whatever method he chooses to render his tutelage,” Pepper read aloud from the contract.

    Tony stopped so suddenly while pacing across their lounge, she wouldn’t have been surprised had she heard the Roadrunner-screeching-to-a-halt sound effect from Loony Tunes.  “Run that by me one more time.”

    She repeated the passage as calmly as possible.

    “What the Hell kind of contract did that douche-nozzle walk up into my house to give you?” he demanded, his expression hard and angry.

    “It’s labeled Terms and Conditions Governing Submissive and Dominant Relationship.”

    “Wait, what?”  Which prompted Tony to cross the distance between them and look at the contract over her shoulder.  “He gave you a BDSM contract?   Christian Grey, CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings Handfisted Hippo-Humping Incorporated Limited, broke into my tower and gave my girlfriend a sex contract?”

    “Listen to this.  ‘Submissive shall agree to weekly gynecological exams to be administered by a gynecologist of Dominant’s choosing.  Furthermore, Submissive shall accept the recommendation of Dominant as to the form, brand name, and administration type of birth control during the duration of this contract.’”

    “I’ve got a form of birth control I’d like to give him.”

    “Tony, you’re not using my stilettos as a scrotum skewer again.”

    That actually got a bit of a laugh out of him.  “I wasn’t thinking of that at all.”

    “Electric cattle prod?”

    “Clearly, Fury has his priorities wrong if I’m the security risk he’s presently worried about,” he said with a smirk.

    “I’ve already instructed Mister Kensey to restrict Grey’s access to the tower.  He won’t be repeating this morning’s fiasco, and even if he somehow did find a way to get past security, I’m quite capable of administering your idea of birth control myself.  You don’t become the Olympic gold medalist of running in heels without knowing how to use them.”

    “Because my girl is Superwoman.”

    “And doesn’t have Damsel-in-Distress printed across her forehead.”  She reached across the table to retrieve her cell phone when a chime indicated an email being delivered to her inbox.

    Tony cupped her chin to kiss her before rolling to his feet.  “I wonder if that Italian joint Captain Calisthenics was raving about delivers.  What am I saying?  I’m Tony Stark.  They’ll make an exception.  How do you feel about Italian tonight?”

    “We could try that thing where we turn on the stove and add ingredients to a pot,” she responded while opening an email from fiftyshades@greymail.com.

    “At what point did you contract amnesia and forget the omelet incident?”

    Pepper was too caught up in reading the contents of the email to respond.  

               

My dearest Virginia, allow me to offer my sincerest apologies for whatever I’ve done to offend you.  You asked for space when ordering me from your office this morning, and yet, I cannot agree to this separation between us.  Such is my desire for you.  Meet with me tonight.  I must see you.  

Grey

    “Pepper?” Tony prompted as though he’d called her name more than once.

    “I’m sorry, what?”

    “Bad news?”

    “I don’t…”

    “The email.”

    She desperately didn’t want Tony involved with anything that went on between herself and Mister Grey, not because she was being stubborn but because she didn’t want his name and reputation tied up in a media frenzy that might crop up if Grey’s stalking went public.   He was Iron Man.  He needed to use his suits for the benefit of the common person, not quick revenge against some crazed stalker.

    This was something she could handle herself now that she understood Grey’s intent and level of persistence.  Creepy McCreeper thought he was going to bully, manipulate, and abuse her?  Boy did he have a wake-up call coming that wasn’t going to result in anything pleasant.  Pepper tucked her phone away and smiled over at Tony.

    “No, everything’s fine.  Just business.  Listen to this clause.  ‘Submissive shall honestly list her hard-limits, the respecting of said limits being at the discretion of the Dominant.’”

    “This fucking guy…”

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To:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
From:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
Subject:  Response Required
Date:  8/19/12  22:30

You failed to respond to my email earlier this evening.  Your silence does not please me.  If you seek to play games with me after your flirtatious exchange in my office during our initial meeting, you won’t like the consequences.

Grey

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To:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
From:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
Subject:  RE Response Required
Date:  8/19/12  22:43

One would assume my lack of response was response enough to your particular query.  How on Earth was I flirtatious with you?

Potts

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To:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
From:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
Subject:  RE Response Required
Date:  8/19/12  22:49

You deliberately tripped into my office knowing clumsiness is a trait men inherently find appealing.  Furthermore, you attempted to cover your clumsiness with thinly-veiled excuses about wardrobe malfunctions when it was clear you were simply overwrought by my physical perfection and were too shy to admit as much.  Sign the contract, Virginia.  I will show you the mettle of my masculinity.

Grey

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To:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
From:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
Subject:  RE That BS You Just Spewed
Date:  8/19/12  23:12

Are you kidding me?  You became fixated upon me because I tripped and ended up on your office floor?  Here’s a bit of advice for you, Mister Grey.  You. Are. Not. The. Center. Of. The. Universe.  That was surprisingly difficult to type.

Potts

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To:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
From:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
Subject:  RE That BS You Just Spewed
Date:  8/19/12  23:17

Of course that was difficult to type.  Lies often are harder to convey than the truth, especially from one as innocent and decent as you.  I suppose that’s part of your appeal, Miss Potts.  Your innocence is like a drug.

Grey

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To:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
From:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
Subject:  RE That BS You Just Spewed
Date:  8/20/12  10:13

No, I’m one hundred percent certain the grammatical irregularities made the phrase in question difficult to type.  Once again, not the center of the universe, Mister Grey.  And don’t you “Miss Potts” me.  Now, I don’t know how you’re used to running your business, but I have actual work that needs to get done.  That’s that thing where you employ your brain power to make important and stable decisions that will affect the entirety of your company, but you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Mister I Bought A Publishing House to Control My Girlfriend.

Potts

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To:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
From:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
Subject:  How Dare You
Date:  8/20/12  10:25

How dare you suggest I’m mismanaging my companies.  We’re enjoying record profits unlike Stark Industries, which hasn’t even fully recovered from the “mismanagement” of Anthony Stark inexplicably changing the foundation of the company from a weapons manufacturer to clean energy.

What took you so long to respond?

Grey

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To:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
From:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
Subject:  RE How Dare You
Date:  8/20/12  11:48

Because you wouldn’t know anything about personal responsibility and ethics.  Stop emailing me or I’ll be forced to make a harassment report to the local PD.

It’s called sleep.  You should try it some time.  You might be less cranky.

Potts

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To:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
From:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
Subject:  Discipline
Date:  8/20/12  11:51

I would love nothing more than to beat you right now, to bare your lovely bottom, take you over my thighs, and spank you until your bottom is inflamed and stinging with my palm print.  You will not make any kind of police report, and even if you did, they wouldn’t take your complaint seriously.

Grey

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To:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
From:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
Subject:  Hello?
Date:  8/20/12  12:30

Miss Potts

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To:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
From:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
Subject:  Where Are You?
Date:  8/20/12  12:40

Virginia

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To:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
From:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
Subject:  ANSWER ME NOW!
Date:  8/20/12  12:45

Where are you, and why haven’t you been answering my emails?  Respond.

Grey


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To:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
From:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
Subject:  ANSWER ME NOW!
Date:  8/20/12  12:50

If you do not respond in the next fifteen minutes, I will be forced to hack your building’s security systems and locate you via the security feed.  This is not the behavior of a suitable Submissive.  I will teach you the proper manners and respect due me as your Dominant.  

Grey

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To:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
From:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
Subject:  You’re A Freak
Date:  8/20/12  1:04

I’ve been in a meeting for the past hour, you moron!  Oh I’d like to see you try hacking into our security system, Mister Grey.  Jarvis would look at you and laugh.

What’s “fifty shades” supposed to stand for?

Potts

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To:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
From:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
Subject:  No I’m Not
Date:  8/20/12  1:07

Who is Jarvis?  He will cease interactions with you at once, as you belong to me now.  Nothing will take you from me.  I will defend my claim to you at all costs, because you need me.  You need me in a way you’ve never experienced before, and it frightens you.

I’m fifty shades of fucked up.

Grey

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To:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
From:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
Subject:  All My Base Are Not Belong To You
Date:  8/20/12  1:20

And I’m twenty shades of chartreuse.  You don’t see me advertising my mental dysfunctions in my email address.  It would be rather difficult for me to cease all communications with Jarvis.  He runs the building.

Potts


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       To:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
From:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
Subject:  No I’m Not
Date:  8/20/12  1:31

Find someone else to run the building then.  I will not have you surrounded by strange men at all hours of the day.  Capitulate to my demands, Virginia, or I will be forced to discipline you.  I cannot guarantee you will enjoy my discipline after you’ve taken such pleasure in defying me throughout the morning.

Grey

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To:  fiftyshades@greymail.com
From:  P.Potts@starkindustries.com
Subject:  All My Base Are Not Belong To You
Date:  8/20/12  1:20

Oh God…  You know what, I’m not playing with you anymore.  Stop contacting me.  I genuinely and truthfully have no interest in any kind of relationship with you let alone one in which you think you’re entitled to beat me every time I do something you disapprove of.  I don’t know what type of women you’re used to dating, but I feel sorry for them.  Clearly, you’re a predator who fixates on women whom you think have very poor self esteem and will accept whatever attention you’re willing to give them.  You manipulate and abuse them, probably because it’s the only way you can understand caring about another person.  Get help, Mister Grey.  Get serious help before you end up getting someone killed.

Potts