fifty-shades-of-grey

“All submissives?”“Yes.”“Stop grinning at me,” I scold him mildly, trying and failing to keep a straight face.“I can’t. You’re funny.”“Funny peculiar or funny ha ha?”“A bit of both I think.” His words mirror mine.“That’s a damned cheek, coming from you.”He leans across and kisses the tip of my nose.“This will shock you, Anastasia. Ready?”I nod, wide-eyed, still with the stupid grin on my face.“All submissives in training, when I was training. There are places in and around Seattlethat one can go and practice. Learn to do what I do,” he says.What?“Oh.” I blink at him.“Yep, I’ve paid for sex, Anastasia.”“That’s nothing to be proud of,” I mutter haughtily. “And you’re right… I am deeplyshocked. And cross that I can’t shock you.”“You wore my underwear.”“Did that shock you?”“Yes.” My inner goddess pole-vaults over the fifteen-foot bar.“You didn’t wear your panties to meet my parents.”“Did that shock you?”“Yes.”Jeez, the bar’s moved to sixteen feet.“It seems I can only shock you in the underwear department.”“You told me you were a virgin. That’s the biggest shock I’ve ever had.”“Yes, your face was a picture, a Kodak moment.” I giggle.“You let me work you over with a riding crop.”“Did that shock you?”“Yep.”I grin.“Well, I may let you do it again.”“Oh, I do hope so, Miss Steele. This weekend?”“Okay,” I agree, shyly.“Okay?”“Yes. I’ll go to the Red Room of Pain again.”“You say my name.”“That shocks you?”“The fact that I like it shocks me.”“Christian.”He grins.“I want to do something tomorrow.” His eyes glow with excitement.“What?”“A surprise. For you.” His voice is low and soft.