fifty-shades-of-grey

I stare down at my hands. What can I say that I haven’t said already? I want more. Iwant him to stay because he wants to stay with me, not because I’m a blubbering mess, andI don’t want him to beat me, is that so unreasonable?“I take it that when you said you were okay, you weren’t.”I flush.“I thought I was fine.”“Anastasia, you can’t tell me what you think I want to hear. That’s not very honest,”he admonishes me. “How can I trust anything you’ve said to me?”I peek up at him, and he’s frowning, a bleak look in his eye. He runs both handsthrough his hair.“How did you feel while I was hitting you and after?”“I didn’t like it. I’d rather you didn’t do it again.”“You weren’t meant to like it.”“Why do you like it?” I stare up at him.My question surprises him.“You really want to know?”“Oh, trust me, I’m fascinated.” And I can’t quite keep the sarcasm out of my voice.He narrows his eyes again.“Careful,” he warns.I blanch.“Are you going to hit me again?” I challenge.“No, not tonight.”Phew... my subconscious and I both breathe a silent sigh of relief.“So,” I prompt.“I like the control it brings me, Anastasia. I want you to behave in a particular way,and if you don’t, I shall punish you, and you will learn to behave the way I desire. I enjoypunishing you. I’ve wanted to spank you since you asked me if I was gay.”I flush at the memory. Jeez, I wanted to spank myself after that question. So KatherineKavanagh is responsible for all this, and if she’d gone to that interview and asked her gayquestion, she’d be sitting here with the sore ass. I don’t like that thought. How confusingis this?“So you don’t like the way I am.”He stares at me, bewildered again.“I think you’re lovely the way you are.”“So why are you trying to change me?”“I don’t want to change you. I’d like you to be courteous and to follow the set of rulesI’ve given you and not defy me. Simple,” he says.“But you want to punish me?”“Yes I do.”“That’s what I don’t understand.”He sighs and runs his hands through his hair again.“It’s the way I’m made, Anastasia. I need to control you. I need you to behave in acertain way, and if you don’t – I love to watch your beautiful alabaster skin pink and warmup under my hands. It turns me on.”