- Why should I want this? - I ask.
Because you need it, honey. There is evil in you and there are demons that are eating you from the inside. You try to drown them out with drinking and partying. But they only get stronger, and one day they will push you down the path of drug addiction or prostitution. I don't want this. I'm trying to help you. Sessions with me will help you destroy your inner hell, Gray gets up and takes out a plate with a piece of meat from the microwave.
It's not cooked well and Christian happily starts eating it. Thoughts of Hannibal Lector enter my mind for a moment, but I push them away.
- Will we have a different relationship? For example, regular ones - I prick a piece of egg on a fork.
- Yes, I m not against vanilla relationships. We will visit your favorite places, we will go to the cinema, to the theater, to the library. I will show you the world of luxury, temptation and vice. You can spend nights with me outside the playroom, Gray smiles.
How did you come to BDSM? - this question comes out of my mouth and I immediately bite it.
- I will tell. But first, Gray goes somewhere and returns with A4 sheets. He places them in front of me and I read the documents. First comes the non-disclosure agreement.
Sign it and I will be happy to answer all your questions, Christian smiles with his dangerous smile.
- If I sign it, will I remain silent about all my games with the elderly pervert De Niro? - I giggle.
I didn t mix mulled wine in your coffee, but you re right, Gray smiles. I quickly read the contract and sign it.
Great Miss Still, that s what I was waiting for, Christian takes a sip of wine.
My question, I repeat with emphasis.
I came to this at 35. Then I founded my business empire. I was bored with ordinary love games and was looking for new sensual pleasures. During my trip to Italy. I met one local model - Monica. She got me hooked on BDSM. I liked control, I liked power in everything, and I was glad to subjugate the sexual sphere of my life. I was also Monica's Sub. A good dominant only comes from a good submissive.
Wow, that's better. He knows what it's like to be a sub, and will probably help me with this.
Are you really going to be the toy of an old pervert? - Miss Subconscious asks, taking a sip of vodka from her throat for courage. Hell yes, I want to agree. And it's not just me. I want to know Gray, I want to understand him. I feel drawn to him. Wrong craving, unnatural craving, but it is there.
-Can I touch you? I ask the next question and drink coffee.
- Why not. I have no psychological trauma, I like kisses and touches, Ana. I won t touch your scars, don t be afraid, Christian whispers tenderly, until you allow it.
I don t even know what I m agreeing to. If it s like it was yesterday, then... I swallow.
Yesterday some of my fears went away and I felt better. But I won t admit it to him...
I ll show you, Christian walks towards me and carefully takes me by the armpits. He pushes my breakfast away and sits me down on the table. I squeal and kiss him. I put my hands on his back and feel the tattoo on his right shoulder under my fingers. I don't see what's on it, but I already like it.
Gray carefully unbuttons my shirt and strokes my stomach. I watch his actions carefully. Beautiful fingers carefully touch yesterday s scars and I wince.
It s my own fault, Gray mutters, kissing each of them.
I feel how good I feel. Christian explores my stomach and suddenly moves his lips to my breasts. I quickly unfasten my bra and throw it away. The man grunts and kisses my nipples. Fuck, how good... I put my hands in his hair and lightly pull it. The answer is a growl and I do it more strongly and boldly.
You scoundrel, Christian purrs and suddenly puts me on the table.
His fingers fiddle with the fastening of his jeans and after a minute he pulls them off with his underwear. A moment later, I feel his lips on my flesh. Bitch, no vibrator can compare to this. Christian kisses, bites and licks me like a true professional. I bend over to meet him and moan. One of his hands strokes my stomach, and the other my thigh. God, if someone told me that Christian Gray would give me cunnilingus on the morning of that fucking interview, I wouldn't have believed them. I forget about everything, about the torture room, about the contract, about my parents, about my past and give myself over to him. I am desirable and beautiful, I want to possess this spoiled bastard. I feel the pleasant waves of orgasm and fall exhausted onto the tabletop. Fuck, how fucking good. Gray looms over me.
- It was painful? he asks.
Fuck you, don t break the buzz, I whisper and close my eyes.
I heard that sex is nice, but what is so nice. Christian lies down next to me and smiles, ruffling his hair.
- This is one thousandth of the pleasant options of our agreement. I will teach you a lot. Just sign my contract. You can make edits to it and change it as you want. But BDSM and pleasure remain, Christian says, hugging me.
A deal with the devil for my body, soul and heart. I haven t read the contract yet, I admit.
- Read it later. I hear Taylor coming here with your beast and Doctor Theron, Gray gets up and helps me get myself in order.
He quickly kisses me and goes to his room. I am left alone with my hormones and feelings. Oh, Still, what a mess you're in.
