fifty-shades-of-grey

“You’re bargaining with me?” His voice resonates with astonished disbelief.I nod. Yes… this is the way.“Negotiating.”“It doesn’t work that way, Anastasia.”“Okay. Tell me, and I’ll roll my eyes at you.”He laughs, and I get a rare glimpse of carefree Christian. I’ve not seen him for a while.He sobers.“Always so keen and eager for information.” His gray eyes blaze with speculation.After a moment, he gracefully climbs off the bed. “Don’t go away,” he says and exits theroom.Trepidation lances through me, and I hug myself. What’s he doing? Does he havesome evil plan? Crap. Suppose he returns with a cane, or some weird kinky implement?Holy shit, what will I do then? When he does return, he’s holding something small in hishands. I can’t see what it is, and I’m burning with curiosity.“When’s your first interview tomorrow?” he asks softly.“Two.”A slow wicked grin spreads across his face.“Good.” And before my eyes, he subtly changes. He’s harder, intractable... hot. Thisis Dominant Christian.“Get off the bed. Stand over here.” He points to beside the bed, and I scramble up andoff in double-quick time. He stares intently down at me, his eyes glittering with promise.“Trust me?” he asks softly.I nod. He holds out his hand, and in his palm are two round, shiny, silver balls, linkedwith a thick black thread.“These are new,” he says emphatically.I look questioningly up at him.“I am going to put these inside you, and then I’m going to spank you, not for punishment,but for your pleasure and mine.” He pauses, gauging my wide-eyed reaction.Inside me! I gasp, and all the muscles deep in my belly clench. My inner goddess isdoing the dance of the seven veils.“Then we’ll fuck, and if you’re still awake, I’ll impart some information about myformative years. Agreed?”He’s asking my permission! Breathlessly, I nod. I’m incapable of speech.“Good girl. Open your mouth.”Mouth?“Wider.”Very gently, he puts the balls in my mouth.“They need lubrication. Suck,” he orders, his voice soft.The balls are cold, smooth, surprisingly heavy, and metallic tasting. My dry mouthpools with saliva as my tongue explores the unfamiliar objects. Christian’s gray gaze doesnot leave mine. Holy hell, this is turning me on. I squirm slightly.“Keep still, Anastasia,” he warns.“Stop.” He tugs them from my mouth. Moving toward the bed, he throws the duvetaside and sits down on the edge.