Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 16
Ihavetoconcentratetohandlethispain.MymindemptiesasIendeavortoabsorbthegruelingsensation.Hedoesn’thitmeinthesameplacetwiceinsuccession—he’sspreadingthepain.
“Aargh!”Icryoutonthetenthslap—andI’munawarethatIhavebeenmentallycountingtheblows.
“I’mjustgettingwarmedup.”
Hehitsmeagain,thenhestrokesmesoftly.Thecombinationofthehardstingingblowandhisgentlecaressissomind-numbing.Hehitsmeagain…thisisgettinghardertotake.Myfacehurts,it’sscrewedupsotight.Hestrokesmegentlyandthentheblowcomes.Icryoutagain.
“Noonetohearyou,baby,justme.”
Andhehitsmeagainandagain.Fromsomewheredeepinside,Iwanttobeghimtostop.ButIdon’t.Idon’twanttogivehimthesatisfaction.Hecontinuestheunrelentingrhythm.Icryoutsixmoretimes.Eighteenslapsintotal.Mybodyissinging,singingfromhismercilessassault.
“Enough,”hebreatheshoarsely.“Welldone,Anastasia.NowI’mgoingtofuckyou.”
Hecaressesmybehindgently,anditburnsashestrokesmearoundandaroundanddown.Suddenly,heinsertstwofingersinsideme,takingmecompletelybysurprise.Igasp,thisnewassaultbreakingthroughthenumbnessaroundmybrain.
“Feelthis.Seehowmuchyourbodylikesthis,Anastasia.You’resoakingjustforme.”Thereisaweinhisvoice.Hemoveshisfingersinandoutinquicksuccession.
Igroan.No,surelynot.Andthenhisfingersaregone…andI’mleftwanting.
“Nexttime,Iwillgetyoutocount.