Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 7
Iamthemothandheistheflame,andI’mgoingtogetburned.Iknow.
“Eat!”
“No.Ihaven’tsignedanythingyet,soIthinkI’llhangontomyfreewillforabitlonger,ifthat’sokaywithyou.”
Hiseyessoften,andhislipsturnupinasmile.
“Asyouwish,MissSteele.”
“Howmanywomen?”Iblurtoutthequestion,butI’msocurious.
“Fifteen.”
Oh…notasmanyasIthought.
“Forlongperiodsoftime?”
“Someofthem,yes.”
“Haveyoueverhurtanyone?”
“Yes.”
Holyshit.
“Badly?”
“No.”
“Willyouhurtme?”
“Whatdoyoumean?”
“Physically,willyouhurtme?”
“Iwillpunishyouwhenyourequireit,anditwillbepainful.”
IthinkIfeelalittlefaint.Itakeanothersipofwine.Alcohol—thiswillmakemebrave.
“Haveyoueverbeenbeaten?”Iask.
“Yes.”
Oh…thatsurprisesme.BeforeIcanquestionhimonthisrevelationfurther,heinterruptsmytrainofthought.
“Let’sdiscussthisinmystudy.Iwanttoshowyousomething.”
Thisishardtoprocess.HereIwasfoolishlythinkingthatI’dspendanightofunparalleledpassioninthisman’sbed,andwe’renegotiatingthisweirdarrangement.
Ifollowhimintohisstudy,aspaciousroomwithanotherfloor-to-ceilingwindowthatopensoutontothebalcony.Hesitsonthedesk,motionsformetositonaleatherchairinfrontofhim,andhandsmeapieceofpaper.
“Thesearetherules.Theymaybesubjecttochange.Theyformpartofthecontract,whichyoucanalsohave.Readtheserulesandlet’sdiscuss.
