Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 7
Iwanthimtobedamneddelightedwithme.It’sarevelation.
“Inverysimpleterms,Iwantyoutowanttopleaseme,”hesayssoftly.Hisvoiceishypnotic.
“HowdoIdothat?”Mymouthisdry,andIwishIhadmorewine.Okay,Iunderstandthepleasingbit,butIampuzzledbythesoft-boudoirElizabethan-torturesetup.DoIwanttoknowtheanswer?
“Ihaverules,andIwantyoutocomplywiththem.Theyareforyourbenefitandformypleasure.Ifyoufollowtheserulestomysatisfaction,Ishallrewardyou.Ifyoudon’t,Ishallpunishyou,andyouwilllearn,”hewhispers.Iglanceattherackofcanesashesaysthis.
“Andwheredoesallthisfitin?”Iwavemyhandinthegeneraldirectionoftheroom.
“It’sallpartoftheincentivepackage.Bothrewardandpunishment.”
“Soyou’llgetyourkicksbyexertingyourwilloverme.”
“It’saboutgainingyourtrustandyourrespect,soyou’llletmeexertmywilloveryou.Iwillgainagreatdealofpleasure,joyeven,inyoursubmission.Themoreyousubmit,thegreatermyjoy—it’saverysimpleequation.”
“Okay,andwhatdoIgetoutofthis?”
Heshrugsandlooksalmostapologetic.
“Me,”hesayssimply.
Ohmy.Christianrakeshishandthroughhishairashegazesatme.
“You’renotgivinganythingaway,Anastasia,”hemurmurs,exasperated.“Let’sgobackdownstairswhereIcanconcentratebetter.It’sverydistractinghavingyouinhere.”Heholdshishandouttome,andnowI’mhesitanttotakeit.
Katehadsaidhewasdangerous;shewassoright.
