Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 15
HethinksI’llenjoyit?Howdoesheknowit’spleasurable?
“Haveyoudonethat?”Iwhisper.
“Yes.”
Holycrap.Igasp.
“Withaman?”
“No.I’veneverhadsexwithaman.Notmyscene.”
“Mrs.Robinson?”
“Yes.”
Holyshit…how?Ifrown.Hemovesondownthelist.
“And…swallowingsemen.Well,yougetanAinthat.”
Iflush,andmyinnergoddesssmacksherlipstogether,glowingwithpride.
“So.”Helooksdownatmegrinning.“Swallowingsemenokay?”
Inod,notabletolookhimintheeye,anddrainmycupagain.
“More?”heasks.
“More.”AndI’msuddenlyremindedofourconversationearliertodayasherefillsmycup.Ishereferringtothatorjustthechampagne?Isthiswholechampagnethingmore?
“Sextoys?”heasks.
Ishrug,glancingdownthelist.
DoestheSubmissiveconsenttotheuseof:
•Vibrators
•Buttplugs
•Dildos
•Othervaginal/analtoys
“Buttplug?Doesitdowhatitsaysonthebox?”Iscrunchmynoseupindistaste.
“Yes,”hesmiles.“AndIrefertoanalintercourseabove.Training.”
“Oh…what’sinother?”
“Beads,eggs…thatsortofstuff.”
“Eggs?”I’malarmed.
“Notrealeggs.”Helaughsloudly,shakinghishead.
Ipursemylipsathim.
“I’mgladyoufindmefunny.”Ican’tkeepmyinjuredfeelingsoutofmyvoice.
Hestopslaughing.
“Iapologize.MissSteele,I’msorry,”hesays,tryingtolookcontrite,buthiseyesarestilldancingwithhumor.“Anyproblemwithtoys?”
“No,”Isnap.
“Anastasia,”hecajoles.“Iamsorry.Believeme.Idon’tmeantolaugh.
