Fifty Shades Trilogy 01 - Fifty Shades of Grey

don’t mean to laugh. I’ve never had this conversation in so much detail. You’re just so inexperienced. I’m sorry.” His eyes are big and gray and sincere.
    I thaw a little and take another sip of champagne.
    “Right – bondage,” he says, returning to the list. I examine the list, and my inner goddess bounces up and down like a small child waiting for ice cream.
    Is Bondage acceptable to the Submissive?
    • Hands in front
    • Hands behind back
    • Ankles
    • Knees
    • Elbows
    • Wrists to ankles
    • Spreader bars
    • Tied to furniture
    • Blindfolding
    • Gagging
    • Bondage with Rope
    • Bondage with Tape
    • Bondage with leather cuffs
    • Suspension
    • Bondage with handcuffs/metal restraints
    “We’ve talked about suspension. And it’s fine if you want to set that up as a hard limit. It takes a great deal of time, and I only have you for short periods of time anyway. Anything else?”
    “Don’t laugh at me, but what’s a spreader bar?”
    “I promise not to laugh. I’ve apologized twice.” He glares at me. “Don’t make me do it again,” he warns. And I think I visibly shrink... oh, he’s so bossy. “A spreader is a bar with cuffs for ankles and/or wrists. They’re fun.”
    “Okay… Well, gagging me. I’d be worried I wouldn’t be able to breathe.”
    “ I’d be worried if you couldn’t breathe. I don’t want to suffocate you.”
    “And how will I use safewords if I’m gagged?”
    He pauses.
    “First of all, I hope you never have to use them. But if you’re gagged, we’ll use hand signals,” he says simply.
    I blink up at him. But if I’m trussed up, how’s that going to work? My brain is beginning to fog… hmm, alcohol.
    “I’m nervous about the gagging.”
    “Okay. I’ll take note.”
    I stare up at him, realization dawning.
    “Do you like tying your submissives up so they can’t touch you?”
    He gazes at me, his eyes widening.
    “That’s one of the reasons,” he says quietly.
    “Is that why you’ve tied my hands?”
    “Yes.”
    “You don’t like talking about that,” I murmur.
    “No, I don’t. Would you like another drink? It’s making you brave, and I need to know how you feel about pain.”
    Holy crap… this is the tricky part. He refills my teacup, and I sip.
    “So, what’s your general attitude to receiving pain?” Christian looks expectantly at me. “You’re biting your lip,” he says darkly.
    I stop immediately, but I don’t know what to say. I flush and stare down at my hands.
    “Were you physically punished as a child?”
    “No.”
    “So you have no sphere of reference at all?”
    “No.”
    “It’s not as bad as you think. Your imagination is your worst enemy in this,” he whispers.
    “Do you have to do it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    “Goes with the territory, Anastasia. It’s what I do. I can see you’re nervous. Let’s go through methods.”
    He shows me the list. My subconscious runs, screaming, and hides behind the couch.
    • Spanking
    • Paddling
    • Whipping
    • Caning
    • Biting
    • Nipple clamps
    • Genital clamps
    • Ice
    • Hot wax
    • Other types/methods of pain
    “Well, you said no to genital clamps. That’s fine. It’s caning that hurts the most.”
    I blanch.
    “We can work up to that.”
    “Or not do it at all,” I whisper.
    “This is part of the deal, baby, but we’ll work up to all of this. Anastasia, I won’t push you too far.”
    “This punishment thing, it worries me the most.” My voice is very small.
    “Well, I’m glad you’ve told me. We’ll keep caning off the list for now. And as you get more comfortable with this stuff, we’ll increase intensity. We’ll take it slow.”
    I swallow, and he leans forward and kisses me on my lips.
    “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?”
    I shrug, my heart in mouth again.
    “Look, I want to talk about one more thing, then I’m taking you to bed.”
    “Bed?” I blink rapidly, and my blood pounds round my body, warming places I didn’t know existed until very recently.
    “Come on, Anastasia, talking through all this, I want to fuck you into next week, right now. It must be having some effect on you, too.”
    I squirm. My inner goddess is panting.
    “See? Besides, there’s something I want to try.”
    “Something painful?”
    “No – stop seeing pain everywhere. It’s mainly pleasure. Have I hurt you yet?”
    I flush.
    “No.”
    “Well then. Look, earlier today you were talking about wanting more,” he halts,