Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 18
“Howdoesthatfeel?”heasks.
Iblinkathim,confused.
“Answerme.”
“Okay.”Ifrown.
“Don’tfrown.”
Iblinkandtryforimpassive.Isucceed.
“Didthathurt?”
“No.”
“Thisisnotgoingtohurt.Doyouunderstand?”
“Yes.”Myvoiceisuncertain.Isitreallynotgoingtohurt?
“Imeanit,”hesays.
Jeez,mybreathingissoshallow.DoesheknowwhatI’mthinking?Heshowsmethecrop.It’sbrownplaitedleather.Myeyesjerkuptomeethis,andthey’realightwithfireandatraceofamusement.
“Weaimtoplease,MissSteele,”hemurmurs.“Come.”Hetakesmyelbowandmovesmetobeneaththegrid.Hereachesupandtakesdownsomeshackleswithblackleathercuffs.
“Thisgridisdesignedsotheshacklesmoveacrossthegrid.”
Iglanceup.Holyshit—it’slikeasubwaymap.
“We’regoingtostarthere,butIwanttofuckyoustandingup.Sowe’llendupbythewalloverthere.”HepointswiththeridingcroptowherethelargewoodenXisonthewall.
“Putyourhandsaboveyourhead.”
Iobligeimmediately,feelinglikeI’mexitingmybody—acasualobserverofeventsastheyunfoldaroundme.Thisisbeyondfascinating,beyonderotic.It’ssingularlythemostexcitingandscarythingI’veeverdone.I’mentrustingmyselftoabeautifulmanwho,byhisownadmission,isfiftyshadesoffuckedup.Isuppressthebriefthrilloffear.KateandElliot,theyknowI’mhere.
Hestandsverycloseashefastensthecuffs.I’mstaringathischest.Hisproximityisheavenly.
