"Umm. Well, I…ummm" I can't even begin to think about what I should say to that statement. He just keeps a very sexy smile on his face and I know that I must seem like such a fool.

"Miss Everdeen, don't worry, I teach all my women new things. But we will only go as far as you are willing. I won't push anyone into doing something they aren't comfortable with. It helps no one. But I will also warn you that I am what others have referred me to as a control freak. Even my wife said so." He looks sad again and he looks down at his hands.

This catches me off guard as much as everything else he just said. I knew that some of the men who would have requested me might be married, but it's a disturbing thought. I have no problem finding my voice for this question though. "You're married?"

Mr. Grey looks up at me, those eyes a storm waiting to come. "Not anymore. My wife died during childbirth, along with our son. I do not wish to discuss that any further."

"Of course not, I'm sorry. I guess we have something in common then though." Even as it came out of my mouth, it feels stupid to say. He doesn't seem offended though which is a relief.

He just nods his head as if to shake the memories away. I do that a lot too. "So, have you any questions for me before I show you the rumpus room?"

"Rumpus room?" What the hell, he has a room for this?

He smiles again; he must be enjoying how naïve I am. "Yes, it's been called a playroom as well. All the…toys and such are in the room. We'll hopefully spend most of our time in there."

I shake my head, trying to get a grasp on what toys he would be referring to. I really have no clue as to what I've gotten myself into and am starting to think that maybe I'm in over my head. Actually I know I am, but how do I tell him that? It's as if he can read my mind when he says,

"You have what I'm assuming is very limited experience and being that you're from 12, you probably don't even know what I'm talking about, do you? Did Miss Mason really not divulge any information pertaining to the rumpus room?"

My voice is a little shaky when I answer, "No, she just told me that there were things that made the sex more intense, but not what they were."

He gets up and walks over to where I'm sitting and puts his hand out. "Come, I'll show you and you can decide if this is really what you want to do. Granted, if you say no, you still have to sign a contract that you will not discuss this with anyone."

I nod my head and take his hand. It's warm and strong and reminds me of Peeta a little bit with its texture. If he lets me, I'll have to ask him how he got his calluses. He gently helps me up and then lets go of my hand and I follow him down a hallway and up a set of stairs. There are a few more paintings, mostly of landscapes from different districts. When I see one of a sunset, I have to hold back a cry. It looks exactly like one that Peeta painted after we toured District 4, with waves trying to run away from the sun. Since Mr. Grey is in front of me, he doesn't notice or maybe ignores it.

After a turn at the end of the hallway, he pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the door. He holds it open so I can walk in first. Even with the lights on, it is very dim, but you can see everything that's supposed to be seen. He closes the door behind us but doesn't lock it, which is good, because the first thing I see is a wall that has at least a four foot section covered with whips, belts, and what look like canes, all different sizes, shapes, and colors. In the middle, there is a huge four poster bed that is covered in rose-colored sheets that look silky. I can see a set of leather handcuffs hanging from each post and feel the heat rise in my cheeks as well as my stomach. I can't imagine not being able to move but at the same time, want to imagine it. On another wall, there is a small radio with no visible speakers, sitting on a five drawer chest. Each drawer is a different height as well and I really can't imagine what's in there.

"Let me show you some of the toys that I use, if you let me that is." He motions for me to go to the chest and opens the top drawer and pulls out a small velvet bag. Taking my hand, he drops the contents into my hand. They are heavy metallic balls with a black string attached to one end. I look up at him; pretty sure the question is written all over my face.

"These would be put inside of you, for your pleasure, I guarantee it." He says slowly and makes it sound so enticing that I want to drop my panties right now, but I won't any time soon, I think. "I think you would like these, really."

How on Earth would he know what I like, if I like anything for that matter? Of course, I haven't gone anywhere yet and I saw the belts and whips. Peeta and I never used props of any sort, so all this is overwhelming to say the least. God, what would Peeta say if he saw me here?

"Are you okay? Do you want to continue or would you like to leave?" He asks me, lowering his head to look me in the eyes. "I have had women walk out before, it won't hurt my feelings."

I close my eyes and slowly open them up again, making sure I look directly into his. "I don't know what any of this is for really, but I'm willing to find out."

One of Mr. Grey's eyebrows goes up and he smiles. "Well, then let's go over the contract, Mockingjay."