Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 93

"Do you want to do this?" he breathes, looking down at me intently.

"I haven't signed anything."

"I know - but I'm breaking all the rules these days."

"Are you going to hit me?"

"Yes, but it won't be to hurt you. I don't want to punish you right now. If you'd caught me yesterday

evening, well, that would have been a different story."

Holy cow. He wants to hurt me... how do I deal with thisI can't hide the horror on my face.

"Don't let anyone try and convince you otherwise, Anastasia. One of the reasons people like me do this

is because we either like to give or receive pain. It's very simple.

You don't, so I spent a great deal of time yesterday thinking about that."

He pulls me against him, and his erection presses into my belly. I should run, but I can't. I'm drawn to

him on some deep, elemental level, that I can't begin to understand.

"Did you reach any conclusions?" I whisper.

"No, and right now, I just want to tie you up and f**k you senseless. Are you ready for that?"

"Yes," I breathe as everything in my body tightens at once... wow.

"Good. Come." He takes my hand and, leaving all the dirty dishes on the breakfast bar, and we head

upstairs.

My heart starts pounding. This is it. I'm really going to do this. My inner goddess is spinning like a

world-class ballerina, pirouette after pirouette. He opens the door to his playroom, standing back for me

to walk through, and I am once more in the Red Room of Pain.It's the same, the smell of leather, citrus,

polish and dark wood, all very sensual. My blood is running heated and scared through my system -

adrenaline mixed with lust and longing. It's a heady, potent cocktail. Christian's stance has changed

completely, subtly altered, harder and meaner. He gazes down at me and his eyes are heated, lustful...

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"When you're in here, you are completely mine," he breathes, each word slow and measured. "To do

with as I see fit. Do you understand?"

His gaze is so intense. I nod, my mouth dry, my heart thumping for a way out of my chest.

"Take your shoes off," he orders softly.

I swallow, and rather clumsily, I take them off. He bends and picks them up and deposits them beside

the door.

"Good. Don't hesitate when I ask you to do something. Now I'm going to peel you out of this dress.

Something I've wanted to do for a few days if I recall. I want you to be comfortable with your body,

Anastasia. You have a beautiful body, and I like to look at it.

It is a joy to behold. In fact, I could gaze at you all day, and I want you unembarrassed and unashamed

of your nakedness. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" He leans over me, glaring.

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you mean that?" he snaps.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Lift your arms up over your head."

I do as instructed, and he reaches down and grabs the hem. Slowly, he pulls my dress up over my

thighs, my hips, my belly, my br**sts, my shoulders, and over my head. He stands back to examine me

and absentmindedly folds my dress, not taking his eyes off me.

He places it on the large chest beside the door. Reaching up, he pulls at my chin, his touch searing me.

"You're biting your lip," he breathes. "You know what that does to me," he adds darkly. "Turn around."

I turn immediately, no hesitation. He unclasps my bra and then taking both straps, he slowly pulls them

down my arms, brushing my skin with his fingers and the tip of his thumbnails as he slides my bra off.

His touch sends shivers down my spine, waking every nerve ending in my body. He's standing behind

me, so close that I feel the heat radiating from him, warming me, warming me all over. He pulls my hair

so it's all hanging down my back, grasps a handful at my nape, and angles my head to one side. He

runs his nose down my exposed neck, inhaling all the way, then back up to my ear. The muscles in my

belly clench, carnal and wanting. Jeez, he's hardly touched me, and I want him.

"You smell as divine as ever, Anastasia," he whispers as he places a soft kiss beneath my ear.

I moan.

"Quiet," he breathes. "Don't make a sound."

Pulling my hair behind me, to my surprise, he starts braiding it in one large braid, his fingers fast and

deft. He ties it with an unseen hair tie when he's finished and gives it a quick tug so I'm forced back

against him.

"I like your hair braided in here," he whispers.

Hmm... why?

He releases my hair.

"Turn around," he orders.

I do as I'm bid, my breathing shallow, fear and longing mixed together. It's an intoxicating mix.

"When I tell you to come in here, this is how you will dress. Just in your panties. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" He glowers at me.

"Yes, Sir."

A trace of a smile lifts the corner of his mouth.

"Good girl." His eyes burn into mine. "When I tell you to come in here, I expect you to kneel over there."

He points to a spot beside the door. "Do it now."

I blink processing his words, turn, and rather clumsily kneel as directed.

"You can sit back on your heels."

I sit back.

"Place your hands and forearms flat on your thighs. Good. Now part your knees.

Wider. Wider. Perfect. Look down at the floor."

He walks over to me, and I can see his feet and shins in my field of vision. Naked feet.

I should be taking notes if he wants me to remember. He reaches down and grasps my braid again,

then pulls my head back so I am looking up at him. It's only just not painful.

"Will you remember this position, Anastasia?"

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