Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           ”Takingmyhand,heleadsmeovertotheantiquefour-posterbed.Thereareshacklesattachedateachcorner,finemetalchainswithleathercuffs,glintingagainsttheredsatin.

           Ohboy,Ithinkmyheartisgoingtojumpoutofmychest,andI’mmeltingfromtheinsideout,desirecoursingthroughme.CouldIbeanymoreexcited?

           “Standhere.”

           Iamfacingthebed.Heleansdownandwhispersinmyear.

           “Waithere.Keepyoureyesonthebed.Pictureyourselflyinghereboundandtotallyatmymercy.”

           Ohmy.

           Hemovesawayforamoment,andIcanhearhimnearthedoorfetchingsomething.Allmysensesarehyperalert,myhearingmoreacute.He’spickedupsomethingfromtherackofwhipsandpaddlesbythedoor.Holycow.Whatishegoingtodo?

           Ifeelhimbehindme.Hetakesmyhair,pullsitintoaponytailbehindme,andstartstobraidit.

           “WhileIlikeyourpigtails,Anastasia,Iamimpatienttohaveyourightnow.Soonewillhavetodo.”Hisvoiceislow,soft.

           Hisdeftfingersskimmybackoccasionallyastheyworkdownmyhair,andeachcasualtouchislikeasweet,electricshockagainstmyskin.Hefastenstheendwithahairtie,thengentlytugsthebraidsothatI’mforcedtostepbackflushagainsthim.HepullsagaintothesidesothatIanglemyhead,givinghimeasieraccesstomyneck.Leaningdown,henuzzlesmyneck,tracinghisteethandtonguefromthebaseofmyeartomyshoulder.Hehumssoftlyashedoes,andthesoundresonatesthroughme.Rightdown…rightdownthere,insideme.Unbidden,Igroanquietly.

           “Hushnow,”hebreathesagainstmyskin.