fifty-shades-of-grey

“If you were my sub, you wouldn’t have to think about this. It would be easy.” Hisvoice is soft, seductive. “All those decisions – all the wearying thought processes behindthem. The – is this the right thing to do? Should this happen here? Can it happen now?You wouldn’t have to worry about any of that detail. That’s what I’d do as your Dom. Andright now, I know you want me, Anastasia.”My frown deepens. How can he tell?“I can tell because… ”Holy shit he’s answering my unspoken question. Is he psychic as well?“… Your body gives you away. You’re pressing your thighs together, you’re flushed,and your breathing has changed.”O, this is too much.“How do you know about my thighs?” My voice is low, disbelieving. They’re underthe table for heaven’s sake.“I felt the tablecloth move, and it’s a calculated guess based on years of experience.I’m right aren’t I?”I flush and stare down at my hands. That’s what I’m hindered by in this game of seduction.He’s the only one who knows and understands the rules. I’m just too naïve andinexperienced. My only sphere of reference is Kate, and she doesn’t take any shit frommen. My other references are all fictional: Elizabeth Bennett would be outraged, Jane Eyretoo frightened, and Tess would succumb, just as I have.“I haven’t finished my cod.”“You’d prefer cold cod to me?”My head jerks up to glare at him, and his gray eyes burn molten silver, with compellingneed.“I thought you liked me clearing my plate.”“Right now, Miss Steele, I couldn’t give a fuck about your food.”“Christian. You just don’t fight fair.”“I know. I never have.”My inner goddess frowns at me. You can do this, she coaxes – play this sex god at hisown game. Can I? Okay. What to do? My inexperience is an albatross around my neck.Picking up a spear of asparagus, I gaze at him and bite my lip. Then very slowly put the tipof my cold asparagus in my mouth and suck it.Christian’s eyes widen infinitesimally, but I notice.“Anastasia. What are you doing?”I bite off the tip.“Eating my asparagus.”Christian shifts in his seat.“I think you’re toying with me, Miss Steele.”I feign innocence.“I’m just finishing my food, Mr. Grey.”The waiter chooses this moment to knock and, unbidden, enter. He glances briefly atChristian, who frowns at him but then nods, so the waiter clears our plates. The waiter’sarrival has broken the spell. And I grasp this precious moment of clarity. I have to go. Ourmeeting will only end one way if I stay, and I need some boundaries after such an intense