fifty-shades-of-grey

“I didn’t think you were familiar with the Bible.”“I went to Sunday School, Anastasia. It taught me a great deal.”“I don’t remember reading about nipple clamps in the Bible. Perhaps you were taughtfrom a modern translation.”His lips arch with a trace of a smile, and my eyes are drawn to his beautiful sculpturedmouth.“Well, I thought I should come and remind you how nice it was knowing me.”Holy crap. I stare at him open mouthed, and his fingers move from my ear to my chin.“What do you say to that, Miss Steele?”His gray eyes blaze at me, his challenge intrinsic in his stare. His lips are parted – he’swaiting, coiled to strike. Desire – acute, liquid and smoldering, combusts deep in my belly.I take pre-emptive action and launch myself at him. Somehow he moves, I have no ideahow, and in the blink of an eye I’m on the bed pinned beneath him, my arms stretched outand held above my head, his free hand clutching my face, and his mouth finds mine.His tongue is in my mouth, claiming and possessing me, and I revel in the force heuses. I feel him against the length of my body. He wants me, and this does strange, deliciousthings to my insides. Not Kate in her little bikinis, not one of the fifteen, not evilMrs. Robinson. Me. This beautiful man wants me. My inner goddess glows so brightshe could light up Portland. He stops kissing me, and opening my eyes, I find him gazingdown at me.“Trust me?” he breathes.I nod, wide-eyed, my heart bouncing off my ribs, my blood thundering around mybody.He reaches down, and from his pants pocket, he takes out his silver grey silk tie… thatsilver grey woven tie that leaves small impressions of its weave on my skin. He moves soquickly, sitting astride me as he fastens my wrists together, but this time, he ties the otherend of the tie to one of the spokes of my white iron headboard. He pulls at my bindingchecking it’s secure. I’m not going anywhere. I’m tied, literally, to my bed, and I’m soaroused.He slides off me and stands beside the bed, staring down at me, his eyes dark withwant. His look is triumphant, mixed with relief.“That’s better,” he murmurs and smiles a wicked, knowing smile. He bends and startsundoing one of my sneakers. Oh no… no… my feet. No. I’ve just been running.“No,” I protest, trying to kick him off.He stops.“If you struggle, I’ll tie your feet too. If you make a noise, Anastasia, I will gag you.Keep quiet. Katherine is probably outside listening right now.”Gag me! Kate! I shut up.He removes my shoes and my socks efficiently and slowly peels off my sweat pants.Oh – what panties am I wearing? He lifts me and pulls the quilt and my duvet out fromunderneath me and places me back down, this time on the sheets.“Now then.” He licks his bottom lip slowly. “You’re biting that lip, Anastasia. Youknow the effect it has on me.” He places his long index finger over my mouth, a warning.