Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
“So,Idon’tchewit?”
“No,Anastasia,youdon’t.”Hiseyesarealightwithhumor.Helookssoyounglikethis.
Ibitemylipandhisexpressionchangesinstantly.Helookssternlyatme.Ireachacrossandpickupmyfirst-everoyster.Okay…heregoesnothing.Isquirtsomelemonjuiceonitandtipitup.Itslipsdownmythroat,allseawater,salt,thesharptangofcitrus,andfleshiness…ooh.Ilickmylips,andhe’swatchingmeintently,hiseyeshooded.
“Well?”
“I’llhaveanother,”Isaydryly.
“Goodgirl,”hesaysproudly.
“Didyouchoosethesedeliberately?Aren’ttheyknownfortheiraphrodisiacqualities?”
“No,theyarethefirstitemonthemenu.Idon’tneedanaphrodisiacnearyou.Ithinkyouknowthat,andIthinkyoureactthesamewaynearme,”hesayssimply.“Sowherewerewe?”Heglancesatmye-mailasIreachforanotheroyster.
Hereactsthesameway.Iaffecthim…wow.
“Obeymeinallthings.Yes,Iwantyoutodothat.Ineedyoutodothat.Thinkofitasrole-play,Anastasia.”
“ButI’mworriedyou’llhurtme.”
“Hurtyouhow?”
“Physically.”Andemotionally.
“DoyoureallythinkIwoulddothat?Gobeyondanylimityoucan’ttake?”
“You’vesaidyou’vehurtsomeonebefore.”
“Yes,Ihave.Itwasalongtimeago.”
“Howdidyouhurther?”
“Isuspendedherfrommyplayroomceiling.Infact,that’soneofyourquestions.Suspension—that’swhatthecarabinersareforintheplayroom.Ropeplay.Oneoftheropeswastiedtootightly.”
Iholdmyhandup,begginghimtostop.
