fifty-shades-of-grey

ought me clothes. I roll my eyes in an exaggerated fashion knowing full well he can’t seeme. Car, phone, computer… clothes, it’ll be a damn condo next, and then I really will behis mistress.Ho! My subconscious has her snarky face on. I ignore her and make my way upstairstoward my room so, it is still mine… why? I thought he’d agreed to let me sleep with him.I suppose he’s not used to sharing his personal space, but then, neither am I. I console myselfwith the thought that at least I have somewhere to escape from him.Examining the door, I find that it has a lock but no key. I wonder briefly if Mrs. Joneshas a spare. I’ll ask her. I open the closet door and close it again quickly. Holy Crap – he’sspent a fortune. It resembles Kate’s – so many clothes hanging neatly on the rail. Deepdown, I know that they’ll all fit. But I have no time to think about that – I have to get kneelingin the Red Room of… Pain… or Pleasure – hopefully this evening.Kneeling by the door, I am naked except for my panties. My heart is in my mouth. Jeez,I thought after the bathroom he would have had enough. The man is insatiable, or maybeall men are like him. I have no idea, no one to compare him too. Closing my eyes, I try tocalm myself down, to connect with my inner sub. She’s there somewhere, hiding behindmy inner goddess.Anticipation runs bubbling like soda through my veins. What will he do? I take a deepsteadying breath, but I cannot deny it, I’m excited, aroused, wet already. This is so… Iwant to think wrong, but somehow it’s not. It’s right for Christian. It’s what he wants – andafter the last few days… after all he’s done, I have to man up and take whatever he decideshe wants, whatever he thinks he needs.The memory of his look when I came in this evening, the longing in his face, his determinedstride toward me like I was an oasis in the desert. I’d do almost anything to see thatlook again. I press my thighs together at the delicious memory, and it reminds me that Ineed to spread my knees. I shuffle them apart. How long will he make me wait? The waitis crippling me, crippling me with a dark and tantalizing desire. I glance quickly aroundthe subtly lit room; the cross, the table, the couch, the bench… that bed. It looms so large,and it’s made up with red satin sheets. Which piece of apparatus will he use?The door opens and Christian breezes in, ignoring me completely. I glance downquickly, staring at my hands, positioned with care on my spread thighs. Placing somethingon the large chest beside the door, he strolls casually toward the bed. I indulge myself in aquick glimpse at him, and my heart almost lurches to a stop. He’s naked except for thosesoft ripped jeans, top button casually undone. Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconsciousis frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying and writhing tosome primal carnal rhythm. She’s so ready. I lick my lips instinctively. My blood poundsthrough my body, thick and heavy with salacious hunger. What is he going to do to me?Turning, he nonchalantly walks back to the chest of drawers. Opening one, he beginsto remove items and place them on the top. My curiosity burns, blazes even, but I resistthe overwhelming temptation to sneak a quick peek. When he finishes what he’s doing,