Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 18
Doyouunderstand?”
Hisgazeissointense.Inod,mymouthdry,myheartfeelingasifitwilljumpoutofmychest.
“Takeyourshoesoff,”heorderssoftly.
Iswallow,andratherclumsily,Itakethemoff.Hebendsandpicksthemupanddepositsthembesidethedoor.
“Good.Don’thesitatewhenIaskyoutodosomething.NowI’mgoingtopeelyououtofthisdress.SomethingI’vewantedtodoforafewdays,ifIrecall.Iwantyoutobecomfortablewithyourbody,Anastasia.Youhaveabeautifulbody,andIliketolookatit.Itisajoytobehold.Infact,Icouldgazeatyouallday,andIwantyouunembarrassedandunashamedofyournakedness.Doyouunderstand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes,what?”Heleansoverme,glaring.
“Yes,Sir.”
“Doyoumeanthat?”hesnaps.
“Yes,Sir.”
“Good.Liftyourarmsupoveryourhead.”
Idoasinstructed,andhereachesdownandgrabsthehem.Slowly,hepullsmydressupovermythighs,myhips,mybelly,mybreasts,myshoulders,andupovermyhead.Hestandsbacktoexaminemeandabsentmindedlyfoldsmydress,nottakinghiseyesoffme.Heplacesitonthelargechestbesidethedoor.Reachingup,hepullsatmychin,histouchsearingme.
“You’rebitingyourlip,”hebreathes.“Youknowwhatthatdoestome,”headdsdarkly.“Turnaround.”
Iturnimmediately,nohesitation.Heunclaspsmybraandthen,takingbothstraps,heslowlypullsitdownmyarms,brushingmyskinwithhisfingersandthetipofhisthumbnailsasheslidesmybraoff.Histouchsendsshiversdownmyspine,wakingeverynerveendinginmybody.
