Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
Thewaiterre-emergeswithourentrees:blackcod,asparagus,andcrushedpotatoeswithahollandaisesauce.Ihaveneverfeltlesslikefood.
“Ihopeyoulikefish,”Christiansaysmildly.
Imakeastabatmyfoodandtakealongdrinkofmysparklingwater.Ivehementlywishitwaswine.
“Therules.Let’stalkaboutthem.Thefoodisadealbreaker?”
“Yes.”
“CanImodifytosaythatyouwilleatatleastthreemealsaday?”
“No.”Iamsonotbackingdownonthis.NooneisgoingtodictatetomewhatIeat.HowIfuck,yes,buteat…no,noway.
Hepurseshislips.“Ineedtoknowthatyou’renothungry.”
Ifrown.Why?“You’llhavetotrustme.”
Hegazesatmeforamoment,andherelaxes.
“Touché,MissSteele,”hesaysquietly.“Iconcedethefoodandthesleep.”
“Whycan’tIlookatyou?”
“That’saDom/subthing.You’llgetusedtoit.”
WillI?
“Whycan’tItouchyou?”
“Becauseyoucan’t.”
Hismouthsetsinamulishline.
“IsitbecauseofMrs.Robinson?”
Helooksquizzicallyatme.“Whywouldyouthinkthat?”Andimmediatelyheunderstands.“Youthinkshetraumatizedme?”
Inod.
“No,Anastasia.She’snotthereason.Besides,Mrs.Robinsonwouldn’ttakeanyofthatshitfromme.”
Oh…butIhaveto.Ipout.
“Sonothingtodowithher.”
“No.AndIdon’twantyoutouchingyourself,either.”
What?Ahyes,thenomasturbationclause.
“Outofcuriosity…why?”
“BecauseIwantallyourpleasure.”Hisvoiceishuskybutdetermined.
Oh…Ihavenoanswerforthat.
