fifty-shades-of-grey

“You’re very verbose.”He smiles.“Discipline. There’s a very fine line between pleasure and pain Anastasia. They aretwo sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other. I can show you how pleasurablepain can be. You don’t believe me now, but this is what I mean about trust. Therewill be pain, but nothing that you can’t handle. Again, it comes down to trust. Do youtrust me, Ana?”Ana!“Yes, I do.” I respond spontaneously, not thinking… because it’s true – I do trust him.“Well then,” he looks relieved. “The rest of this stuff is just details.”“Important details.”“Okay, let’s talk through those.”My head is swimming with all his words. I should have brought Kate’s mini discplayer so I can listen back to this. There is so much information, so much to process. Thewaiter re-emerges with our entrees: black cod, asparagus, and crushed potatoes with a hollandaisesauce. I have never felt less like food.“I hope you like fish,” Christian says mildly.I make a stab at my food and take a long drink of my sparkling water. I vehementlywish it was wine.“The rules. Let’s talk about them. The food is a deal breaker?”“Yes.”“Can I modify to say that you will eat at least three meals a day?”“No.” I am so not backing down on this. No one is going to dictate to me what I eat.How I fuck, yes, but eat… no, no way.He purses his lips.“I need to know that you’re not hungry.”I frown. Why?“You’ll have to trust me.”He gazes at me for a moment, and he relaxes.“Touché, Miss Steele,” he says quietly. “I concede the food and the sleep.”“Why can’t I look at you?”“That’s a Dom/sub thing. You’ll get used to it.”Will I?“Why can’t I touch you?”“Because you can’t.”His mouth sets in a mulish line.“Is it because of Mrs. Robinson?”He looks quizzically at me.“Why would you think that?” And immediately he understands. “You think she traumatizedme?”I nod.“No Anastasia. She’s not the reason. Besides, Mrs. Robinson wouldn’t take any ofthat shit from me.”Oh… but I have to. I pout.