Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           HesmellsofbodywashandChristian,aninebriatingmix,andthatdragsmebackintothenow.Iwanttorunmynoseandtonguethroughthatsmatteringofchesthair.Icouldjustleanforward…

           Hestepsbackandgazesatme,hisexpressionhooded,salacious,carnal,andIamhelpless,myhandstied,butjustlookingathislovelyface,readinghisneedandlongingforme,Icanfeelthedampnessbetweenmylegs.Hewalksslowlyaroundme.

           “Youlookmightyfinetrusseduplikethis,MissSteele.Andyoursmartmouthquietfornow.Ilikethat.”

           Standinginfrontofmeagain,hehookshisfingersintomypantiesand,atamostunhurriedpace,peelsthemdownmylegs,strippingmeagonizinglyslowly,sothatheendsupkneelinginfrontofme.Nottakinghiseyesoffmine,hescrunchesmypantiesinhishand,holdsthemuptohisnose,andinhalesdeeply.Holyfuck.Didhejustdothat?Hegrinswickedlyatmeandtucksthemintothepocketofhisjeans.

           Uncoilingfromthefloor,risinglazily,likeajunglecat,hepointstheendoftheridingcropatmynavel,leisurelycirclingit—tantalizingme.Atthetouchoftheleather,Iquiverandgasp.Hewalksaroundmeagain,trailingthecroparoundthemiddleofmybody.Onhissecondcircuit,hesuddenlyflicksthecrop,andithitsmeunderneathmybehind…againstmysex.Icryoutinsurpriseasallmynerveendingsstandtoattention.Ipullagainsttherestraints.Theshockrunsthroughme,andit’sthesweetest,strangest,hedonisticfeeling.

           “Quiet,”hewhispersashewalksaroundmeagain,thecropslightlyhigheraroundthemiddleofmybody.