Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 16
“Areyougoingtohitmeagain?”
“No,nottonight.”
Phew…mysubconsciousandIbothbreatheasilentsighofrelief.
“So,”Iprompt.
“Ilikethecontrolitgivesme,Anastasia.Iwantyoutobehaveinaparticularway,andifyoudon’t,Ishallpunishyou,andyouwilllearntobehavethewayIdesire.Ienjoypunishingyou.I’vewantedtospankyousinceyouaskedmeifIwasgay.”
Iflushatthememory.Jeez,Iwantedtospankmyselfafterthatquestion.SoKatherineKavanaghisresponsibleforallthis,andifshe’dgonetothatinterviewandaskedhergayquestion,she’dbesittingherewiththesoreass.Idon’tlikethatthought.Howconfusingisthis?
“Soyoudon’tlikethewayIam.”
Hestaresatme,bewilderedagain.“Ithinkyou’relovelythewayyouare.”
“Sowhyareyoutryingtochangeme?”
“Idon’twanttochangeyou.I’dlikeyoutobecourteousandtofollowthesetofrulesI’vegivenyouandnotdefyme.Simple,”hesays.
“Butyouwanttopunishme?”
“Yes,Ido.”
“That’swhatIdon’tunderstand.”
Hesighsandrunshishandsthroughhishairagain.
“It’sthewayI’mmade,Anastasia.Ineedtocontrolyou.Ineedyoutobehaveinacertainway,andifyoudon’t—Ilovetowatchyourbeautifulalabasterskinpinkandwarmupundermyhands.Itturnsmeon.”
Holyshit.Nowwe’regettingsomewhere.
“Soit’snotthepainyou’reputtingmethrough?”
Heswallows.
“Abit,toseeifyoucantakeit,butthat’snotthewholereason.
