fifty-shades-of-grey

won’t tell me. I cock my head to one side, like he does, and make an enormous effort tosmile at him.“If you imagine for one minute that I think you ceded control to me, well you haven’ttaken into account my GPA.” I smile shyly at him. “But thank you for the illusion.”“Miss Steele, you are not just a pretty face. You’ve had six orgasms so far and all ofthem belong to me,” he boasts, playful again.I flush and blink at the same time, as he stares down at me. He’s keeping count! Hisbrow furrows.“Do you have something to tell me?” his voice is suddenly stern.I frown. Crap.“I had a dream this morning.”“Oh?” He glares at me.Double crap. Am I in trouble?“I came in my sleep.” I throw my arm over my eyes. He says nothing. I peek up at himfrom under my arm, and he looks amused.“In your sleep?”“Woke me up.”“I’m sure it did. What were you dreaming about?”Crap.“You.”“What was I doing?”I throw my arm over my eyes again. And like a small child, I briefly entertain thethought that if I can’t see him, then he can’t see me.“Anastasia, what was I doing? I won’t ask you again.”“You had a riding crop.”He moves my arm.“Really?”“Yes.” I am crimson.“There’s hope for you yet,” he murmurs. “I have several riding crops.”“Brown plaited leather?”He laughs.“No, but I’m sure I could get one.” His gray eyes blaze with excitement.Leaning down, he gives me a brief kiss then stands and grabs his boxers, oh no… he’sgoing. I glance quickly at the time – it’s only nine-forty. I scoot out of bed too and grab mysweat pants and a cami top, then sit back on the bed, cross-legged, watching him. I don’twant him to go. What can I do?“When is your period due?” He interrupts my thoughts.What!“I hate wearing these things,” he grumbles. He holds up the condom, then puts it onthe floor, and slips on his jeans.“Well?” he prompts when I don’t reply, and he looks at me expectantly as if he’s waitingfor my opinion on the weather. Holy crap… this is personal stuff.“Next week.” I stare down at my hands.“You need to sort out some contraception.”