Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 25
Heholdsuphishandsinfrontofme,hisarmstouchingmine.Inhisrighthandisaflogger.Irememberthenamefrommyfirstintroductiontothisroom.
“Touchit,”hewhispers,andhesoundslikethedevilhimself.Mybodyflamesinresponse.Tentatively,Ireachoutandbrushthelongstrands.Ithasmanylongfronds,allsoftsuedewithsmallbeadsattheend.
“Iwillusethis.Itwillnothurt,butitwillbringyourbloodtothesurfaceofyourskinandmakeyouverysensitive.”
Oh,hesaysitwon’thurt.
“Whatarethesafewords,Anastasia?”
“Um…‘yellow’and‘red,’Sir,”Iwhisper.
“Goodgirl.Remember,mostofyourfearisinyourmind.”
Hedropsthefloggeronthebed,andhishandsmovetomywaist.
“Youwon’tbeneedingthese,”hemurmurs,andhookshisfingersintomypantiesandsweepsthemdownmylegs.Istepunsteadilyoutofthem,supportingmyselfontheornatepostofthebed.
“Standstill,”heorders,andhekissesmybehindandthengentlynipsmetwice,makingmetense.“Nowliedown.Faceup,”headdsashesmacksmehardonthebehind,makingmejump.
Hastily,Icrawlontothebed’shard,unyieldingmattressandliedown,lookingupathim.Thesatinofthesheetbeneathmeissoftandcoolagainstmyskin.Hisfaceisimpassive,exceptforhiseyes,whichglowwithabarelyleashedexcitement.
“Handsaboveyourhead,”heorders,andIdoasI’mbid.
Jeez,mybodyhungersforhim.Iwanthimalready.
