fifty-shades-of-grey

“You can ask me.”“Christian, with all due respect.” My voice fades. I can’t ask you. I’ll get your biased,kinky-as-hell, distorted world-view regarding sex. I want an impartial opinion. “It’s justabout mechanics. I won’t mention the Red Room of Pain.”He raises his eyebrows.“Red Room of Pain? It’s mostly about pleasure, Anastasia. Believe me,” he says.“Besides,” his tone is harsher. “Your room-mate is making the beast with two backs withmy brother. I’d really rather you didn’t.”“Does your family know about your… um predilection?”“No. It’s none of their business.” He saunters toward me until he’s standing in frontof me.“What do you want to know?” he asks, and raising his hand runs his fingers gentlydown my cheek to my chin, tilting my head back so he can look directly into my eyes. Isquirm inwardly. I cannot lie to this man.“Nothing specific at the moment,” I whisper.“Well, we can start with – how was last night for you?” His eyes burn, filled with curiosity.He’s anxious to know. Wow.“Good,” I murmur.His lips lift slightly.“Me too,” he murmurs. “I’ve never had vanilla sex before. There’s a lot to be saidfor it. But then, maybe it’s because it’s with you.” He runs his thumb across my lower lip.I inhale sharply. Vanilla sex?“Come, let’s have a bath.” He leans down and kisses me. My heart leaps and desirepools way down low… way down there.The bath is a white stone, deep, egg-shaped affair, very designer. Christian leans over andfills it from the faucet on the tiled wall. He pours some expensive looking bath oil into thewater. It foams as the bath fills and smells of sweet sultry Jasmine. He stands and gazes atme, his eyes dark, then peels his t-shirt off and casts it on the floor.“Miss Steele.” He holds his hand out.I’m standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and wary, my arms wrapped around myself. Istep forward while surreptitiously admiring his physique. He is just yummy. My subconsciousswoons and passes out somewhere in the back of my head. I take his hand, and hebids me to step into the bath while I am still wearing his shirt. I do as I’m told. I’ll have toget used to it if I’m going to take him up on his outrageous offer… if! The water is enticinglyhot.“Turn around, face me,” he orders, his voice soft. I do as I’m bid. He’s watching meintently.“I know that lip is delicious, I can attest to that, but will you stop biting it?” he saysthrough clenched teeth. “You chewing it makes me want to fuck you, and you’re sore,okay?”I gasp, automatically unlocking my lip, shocked.