Fifty Shades Trilogy 01 - Fifty Shades of Grey

hands.
    “You need to sort out some contraception.”
    He is so bossy. I stare at him blankly. He sits back on the bed as he puts on his shoes and socks.
    “Do you have a doctor?”
    I shake my head. We are back to mergers and acquisitions – another 180-degree mood swing.
    He frowns.
    “I can have mine come and see you at your apartment – Sunday morning before you come and see me. Or he can see you at my place. Which would you prefer?”
    No pressure then. Something else that he’s paying for… but actually this is for his benefit.
    “Your place.” That means I am guaranteed to see him Sunday.
    “Okay. I’ll let you know the time.”
    “Are you leaving?”
    Don’t go… stay with me, please.
    “Yes.”
    Why?
    “How are you getting back?” I whisper.
    “Taylor will pick me up.”
    “I can drive you. I have a lovely new car.”
    He gazes at me, his expression warm.
    “That’s more like it. But I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
    “Did you get me tipsy on purpose?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you over-think everything, and you’re reticent like your stepdad. A drop of wine in you and you start talking, and I need you to communicate honestly with me. Otherwise you clam up and I have no idea what you’re thinking. In vino veritas, Anastasia.”
    “And you think you’re always honest with me?”
    “I endeavor to be.” He looks down at me warily. “This will only work if we’re honest with each other.”
    “I’d like you to stay and use this.” I hold up the second condom.
    He smiles and his eyes glow with humor.
    “Anastasia, I have crossed so many lines here tonight. I have to go. I’ll see you on Sunday. I’ll have the revised contract ready for you, and then we can really start to play.”
    “Play?” Holy shit. My heart leaps into my mouth.
    “I’d like to do a scene with you. But I won’t until you’ve signed, so I know you’re ready.”
    “Oh. So I could stretch this out, if I don’t sign?”
    He gazes at me assessing, and then his lips twitch into a smile.
    “Well, I suppose you could, but I may crack under the strain.”
    “Crack? How?” My inner goddess has woken and is paying attention.
    He nods slowly, and then he grins, teasing.
    “Could get really ugly.”
    His grin is infectious.
    “Ugly, how?”
    “Oh you know, explosions, car chases, kidnapping, incarceration.”
    “You’d kidnap me?”
    “Oh yes,” he grins.
    “Hold me against my will?” Jeez, this is hot.
    “Oh yes,” he nods. “And then we’re talking TPE 24/7.”
    “You’ve lost me,” I breathe, my heart is pounding… is he serious?
    “Total Power Exchange – round the clock.” His eyes are shining, and I can feel his excitement from where I sit.
    Holy shit.
    “So you have no choice,” he says sardonically.
    “Clearly.” I can’t keep the sarcasm out of my voice as my eyes reach for the heavens.
    “Oh, Anastasia Steele, did you just roll your eyes at me?”
    Crap.
    “No,” I squeak.
    “I think you did. What did I say I’d do to you if you rolled your eyes at me again?”
    Shit. He sits down on the edge of the bed.
    “Come here,” he says softly.
    I blanch. Jeez… he’s serious. I sit staring at him, completely immobile.
    “I haven’t signed,” I whisper.
    “I told you what I’d do. I’m a man of my word. I’m going to spank you, and then I’m going to fuck you very quick and very hard. Looks like we’ll need that condom after all.”
    His voice is so soft, menacing, and it’s damned hot. My insides practically contort with potent, needy, liquid, desire. He gazes at me, waiting, eyes blazing. Tentatively, I uncurl my legs. Should I run? This is it; our relationship hangs in the balance, right here, right now. Do I let him do this or do I say no, and then that’s it? Because I know it will be over if I say no. Do it! my inner goddess pleads with me. My subconscious is as paralyzed as I am.
    “I’m waiting,” he says. “I’m not a patient man.”
    Oh, for the love of all that’s holy. I’m panting, afraid, turned on. Blood pounding through my body, my legs are like jelly. Slowly, I crawl over to him until I am beside him.
    “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Now stand up.”
    Oh shit… can’t he just get this over with? I’m not sure if I can stand. Hesitantly, I clamber to my feet. He holds his hand out, and I place the condom in his palm. Suddenly he grabs me, tipping me across his lap. With one smooth movement, he angles his body so my