fifty-shades-of-grey

“So nothing to do with her.”“No. And I don’t want you touching yourself, either.”What? Ah yes, the no masturbation clause.“Out of curiosity… why?”“Because I want all your pleasure,” his voice is husky, but determined.Oh… I have no answer for that. On one level it’s up there with, ‘I want to bite that lip’,on another, it’s so selfish. I frown and take a bite of cod, trying to assess mentally whatconcessions I’ve gained. The food, the sleep, I can look him in the eye. He’s going to takeit slow, and we haven’t discussed soft limits. But I’m not sure I can face that over food.“I’ve given you a great deal to think about haven’t I?”“Yes.”“Do you want to go through the soft limits now too?”“Not over dinner.”He smiles.“Squeamish?”“Something like that.”“You’ve not eaten very much.”“I’ve had enough.”“Three oysters, four bites of cod, and one asparagus stalk, no potatoes, no nuts, noolives, and you’ve not eaten all day. You said I could trust you.”Jeez. He’s kept an inventory.“Christian, please, it’s not every day I sit through conversations like this.”“I need you fit and healthy Anastasia.”“I know.”“And right now, I want to peel you out of that dress.”I swallow. Peel me out of Kate’s dress. I feel the pull deep in my belly. Muscles thatI’m now more acquainted with clench at his words. But I can’t have this. His most potentweapon, used against me again. He’s so good at sex – even I’ve figured this out.“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I murmur quietly. “We haven’t had dessert.”“You want dessert?” he snorts.“Yes.”“You could be dessert,” he murmurs suggestively.“I’m not sure I’m sweet enough.”“Anastasia, you’re deliciously sweet. I know.”“Christian. You use sex as a weapon. It really isn’t fair,” I whisper, staring down at myhands, and then looking directly at him. He raises his eyebrows, surprised, and I see he’sconsidering my words. He strokes his chin thoughtfully.“You’re right. I do. In life you use what you know, Anastasia. Doesn’t change howmuch I want you. Here. Now.”How can he seduce me solely with his voice? I’m panting already – my heated bloodrushing through my veins, my nerves tingling.“I’d like to try something,” he breathes.I frown. He’s just given me a shit load of ideas to process and now this.