fifty-shades-of-grey

“You see most of your fear is in your head, Anastasia,” he pauses. “Would you do itagain?”I think for a moment as fatigue clouds my brain… Again?“Yes.” My voice is so soft.He hugs me tightly.“Good. So would I,” he murmurs, then leans down and softly kisses the top of myhead.“And I haven’t finished with you yet.”Not finished with me yet. Holy Moses. There’s no way I can do any more. I am utterlyspent and fighting an overwhelming desire to sleep. I’m leaning against his chest, myeyes are closed, and he’s wrapped around me – arms and legs – and I feel… safe, and oh socomfortable. Will he let me sleep, perchance to dream? My mouth quirks up at the sillythought, and turning my face into Christian’s chest, I inhale his unique scent and nuzzlehim, but immediately he tenses… oh crap. I open my eyes and glance up at him. He’sstaring down at me.“Don’t,” he breathes in warning.I flush and look back at his chest in longing. I want to run my tongue through the hair,kiss him, and for the first time, I notice he has a few random and faint small, round scarsdotted around his chest. Chicken pox? Measles? I think absently.“Kneel by the door,” he orders as he sits back, putting his hands on his knees, effectivelyreleasing me. No longer warm, the temperature of his voice has dropped severaldegrees.I stumble clumsily up into a standing position and scoot over to the door and kneelas instructed. I’m shaky and very, very tired, monumentally confused. Who would havethought I could have found such gratification in this room. Who could have thought itwould be so exhausting? My limbs are deliciously heavy, sated. My inner goddess has a‘do not disturb’ sign on the outside of her room.Christian is moving about in the periphery of my vision. My eyes start to droop.“Boring you, am I, Miss Steele?”I jump awake, and Christian is standing in front of me, his arms crossed glaring downat me. Oh shit, caught napping – this is not going to be good. His eyes soften as I gaze upat him.“Stand up,” he orders.I climb warily to my feet. He stares at me, and his mouths quirks up.“You’re shattered, aren’t you?”I nod shyly, flushing.“Stamina, Miss Steele.” He narrows his eyes at me. “I haven’t had my fill of you yet.Hold out your hands in front as if you’re praying.”I blink at him. Praying! Praying for you to go easy on me. I do as I’m told. He takesa cable tie and fastens it around my wrists, tightening the plastic. Holy hell. My eyes flyto his.“Look familiar,” he asks, unable to conceal his smile.