fifty-shades-of-grey

he comes to stand in front of me. I can see his naked feet, and I want to kiss every inch ofthem… run my tongue over his instep, suck each of his toes. Holy shit.“You look lovely,” he breathes.I keep my head down, conscious that he’s staring at me while I am practically naked. Ifeel the flush as it slowly spreads over my face. He bends down and cups my chin, forcingmy face up to meet his gaze.“You are one beautiful woman, Anastasia. And you’re all mine,” he murmurs. “Standup.” His command is soft full of sensual promise.Shakily, I get to my feet.“Look at me,” he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering gray gaze. It is his Domgaze – cold, hard, and sexy as hell, seven shades of sin in one enticing look. My mouthdries, and I know I will do anything he asks. An almost cruel smile plays across his lips.“We don’t have a signed contract, Anastasia. But we’ve discussed limits. And I wantto re-iterate we have safe words, okay?”Holy fuck… what has he got planned that I need safe words?“What are they?” he asks authoritatively.I frown slightly at his question, and his face hardens perceptibly.“What are the safe words, Anastasia?” he says slowly and deliberately.“Yellow,” I mumble.“And?” he prompts, his mouth setting in a hard line.“Red,” I breathe.“Remember those.”And I can’t help it… I raise my eyebrow at him and am about to remind him of myGPA, but the sudden frosty glint in his icy gray eyes stops me in my tracks.“Don’t start with your smart mouth in here, Miss Steele. Or I will fuck it with you onyour knees. Do you understand?”I swallow instinctively. Okay. I blink rapidly, chastened. Actually, it’s his tone ofvoice, rather than the threat, that intimidates me.“Well?”“Yes, Sir,” I mumble hastily.“Good girl,” he pauses as he stares at me. “My intention is not that you should safewordbecause you’re in pain. What I intend to do to you will be intense. Very intense, andyou have to guide me. Do you understand?”Not really. Intense? Wow.“This is about touch, Anastasia. You will not be able to see me or hear me. But you’llbe able to feel me.”I frown – not hear him? How is that going to work? He turns, and I hadn’t noticedthat above the chest is a sleek, flat, matt-black box. As he waves his hand in front, the boxsplits in half: two doors slide open revealing a CD player and a host of buttons. Christianpresses several of these buttons in sequence. Nothing happens, but he seems satisfied. Iam mystified. When he turns to face me again, he wears his small I-have-a-secret smile.“I am going to tie you to that bed, Anastasia. But I’m going to blindfold you first and,”he reveals his iPod in his hand, “you will not be able to hear me. All you will hear is themusic I am going to play for you.”