Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
Heholdsouthishand,andinhispalmaretwoshinysilverballslinkedwithathickblackthread.
“Thesearenew,”hesaysemphatically.
Ilookquestioninglyupathim.
“Iamgoingtoputtheseinsideyou,andthenI’mgoingtospankyou,notforpunishment,butforyourpleasureandmine.”Hepauses,gaugingmywide-eyedreaction.
Insideme!Igasp,andallthemusclesdeepinmybellyclench.Myinnergoddessisdoingthedanceofthesevenveils.
“Thenwe’llfuck,andifyou’restillawake,I’llimpartsomeinformationaboutmyformativeyears.Agreed?”
He’saskingmypermission!Breathlessly,Inod.I’mincapableofspeech.
“Goodgirl.Openyourmouth.”
Mouth?
“Wider.”
Verygently,heputstheballsinmymouth.
“Theyneedlubrication.Suck,”heorders,hisvoicesoft.
Theballsarecold,smooth,surprisinglyheavy,andmetallictasting.Mydrymouthpoolswithsalivaasmytongueexplorestheunfamiliarobjects.Christian’sgazedoesnotleavemine.Holyhell,thisisturningmeon.Isquirm.
“Keepstill,Anastasia,”hewarns.
“Stop.”Hetugsthemfrommymouth.Movingtowardthebed,hethrowstheduvetasideandsitsdownontheedge.
“Comehere.”
Istandinfrontofhim.
“Nowturnaround,benddown,andgrabyourankles.”
Iblinkathim,andhisexpressiondarkens.
“Don’thesitate,”headmonishesmesoftly,anundercurrentinhisvoice,andhepopstheballsinhismouth.
Fuck,thisissexierthanthetoothbrush.Ifollowhisordersimmediately.Jeez,canItouchmyankles?IfindIcan,withease.TheT-shirtslidesupmyback,exposingmybehind.
