Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           Ican’tbringmyselftoevenconsiderthefoodlist.Iswallowhard,mymouthdry,andreaditagain.

           Myheadisbuzzing.HowcanIpossiblyagreetoallthis?Andapparentlyit’sformybenefit,toexploremysensuality,mylimits—safely—oh,please!Iscoffangrily.Serveandobeyinallthings.Allthings!Ishakemyheadindisbelief.Actually,don’tthemarriagevowsusethosewords…obey?Thisthrowsme.Docouplesstillsaythat?Onlythreemonths—isthatwhytherehavebeensomany?Hedoesn’tkeepthemforlong?Orhavetheyhadenoughafterthreemonths?Everyweekend?That’stoomuch.I’llneverseeKateorwhateverfriendsImaymakeatmynewjob,providedIgetone.PerhapsIshouldhaveoneweekendamonthtomyself.PerhapswhenIhavemyperiod—thatsounds…practical.He’smymaster!I’mtobedealtwithashepleases!Holyshit.

           Ishudderatthethoughtofbeingfloggedorwhipped.Spankingprobablywouldn’tbesobad;humiliating,though.Andtiedup?Well,hedidtiemyhandstogether.Thatwas…well,itwashot,reallyhot,soperhapsthatwon’tbesobad.Hewon’tloanmetoanotherDominant—damnrighthewon’t.Thatwouldbetotallyunacceptable.WhyamIeventhinkingaboutthis?

           Ican’tlookhimintheeye.Howweirdisthat?TheonlywayIeverhaveanychancetoseewhathe’sthinking.Actually,whoamIkidding?Ineverknowwhathe’sthinking,butIlikelookingintohiseyes.Hehasbeautifuleyes—captivating,intelligent,deep,anddark,darkwithdominantsecrets.Irecallhisburningsmokygazeandpressmythighstogether,squirming.