I ll show you, Christian comes to me and carefully takes me by the armpits. He pushes my breakfast away and sits me 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 can t see what it depicts, 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 studies my stomach and suddenly moves his lips to my chest. I quickly unclasp my bra and throw it aside. The man chuckles and kisses my nipples. Fuck, that feels so good... I run my hands through his hair and gently tug. He growls in response and I do it even more forcefully and boldly.
"Bastard," Christian purrs and suddenly puts me on the table.
His fingers fiddle with the zipper of my jeans and after a minute he pulls them down with my underwear. A moment later, I feel his lips on my flesh. Bitch, no vibrator can compare to him. Christian kisses, bites and licks me like a true professional. I arch my back to meet him and moan. One of his hands strokes my stomach, the other my thigh. God, if anyone had told me that Christian Grey would give me cunnilingus on the morning of that fucking interview, I wouldn't have believed them. I forget about everything, about the torture chamber, about the contract, about my parents, my past and give myself to him. I am desirable and beautiful, I want to possess this spoiled bastard. I feel pleasant waves of orgasm and fall helplessly onto the countertop. Fuck, how fucking good. Gray looms over me.
Did it hurt? he asks.
Fuck you, don t ruin the high, I whisper and close my eyes.
I ve heard that sex is pleasant, but what is so pleasant. Christian lies down next to me and smiles, ruffling my hair.
This is one thousandth of the pleasant options of our contract. I will teach you a lot. Just sign my contract. You will be able to make changes to it and change it as you wish. 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.
You will read it later. I hear Taylor coming with your pet and Doctor Theron, - Gray gets up and helps me get myself together.
He gives me a quick kiss and goes to his room. I'm left alone with my hormones and feelings. Oh, Still, you're in such a mess.
I go to the living room and see my kitten Carrick calmly playing with a tall, beautiful blonde in a black evening dress. She looks very luxurious, as if she just stepped off the red carpet. Her face is very kind. Her green eyes hide some secrets, but they look welcoming.
She turns to me and smiles.
- You, Miss Still? - She gets up and walks gracefully towards me.
- Yes, and are you Doctor Theron? - I ask, shamelessly looking at her.
- Yes, Anastasia, I am Charlize Theron. Before becoming an actress, she studied medicine for several years and worked as a medic in one of the hospitals in Cape Town, - She returns to the sofa and takes a small bag with a red cross painted on it.
We go upstairs and go into one of the rooms. There, I take off my clothes without fear and Charlize begins the examination. Her hands are warm and careful. Half an hour later, she tells me:
- Everything is fine, there are no injuries. As for contraception, I will give you an injection now and this will protect the body for six months. In June-July, you need to come again and repeat the procedure, - Charlize is looking for something in her bag and after a couple of minutes. I obediently hold out my hand to her for the injection.
- How are you doing? - Gray enters the room. Perfect hair, perfect suit, polished patent leather shoes.
- Mr. De Niro, your girlfriend is completely healthy, - Theron says softly, smiling warmly.
What did she call me? But the main thing: WHAT DID SHE CALL HIM?