Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 15
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“AndhowwillIusesafewordsifI’mgagged?”
Hepauses.
“Firstofall,Ihopeyouneverhavetousethem.Butifyou’regagged,we’llusehandsignals,”hesayssimply.
Iblinkupathim.ButifI’mtrussedup,how’sthatgoingtowork?Mybrainisbeginningtofog…hmm,alcohol.
“I’mnervousaboutthegagging.”
“Okay.I’lltakenote.”
Istareupathim,realizationdawning.
“Doyouliketyingyoursubmissivesupsotheycan’ttouchyou?”
Hegazesatme,hiseyeswidening.
“That’soneofthereasons,”hesaysquietly.
“Isthatwhyyou’vetiedmyhands?”
“Yes.”
“Youdon’tliketalkingaboutthat,”Imurmur.
“No,Idon’t.Wouldyoulikeanotherdrink?It’smakingyoubrave,andIneedtoknowhowyoufeelaboutpain.”
Holycrap…thisisthetrickypart.Herefillsmyteacup,andIsip.
“So,what’syourgeneralattitudetoreceivingpain?”Christianlooksexpectantlyatme.“You’rebitingyourlip,”hesaysdarkly.
Istopimmediately,butIdon’tknowwhattosay.Iflushandstaredownatmyhands.
“Wereyouphysicallypunishedasachild?”
“No.”
“Soyouhavenosphereofreferenceatall?”
“No.”
“It’snotasbadasyouthink.Yourimaginationisyourworstenemyinthis,”hewhispers.
“Doyouhavetodoit?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Goeswiththeterritory,Anastasia.It’swhatIdo.Icanseeyou’renervous.Let’sgothroughmethods.”
Heshowsmethelist.Mysubconsciousruns,screaming,andhidesbehindthecouch.
