Fifty Shades Book 1 - Page 76

I nod warily.

"Well?" He looks at me patiently wanting more information.

"Well what?"

"Don't be obtuse, Anastasia, which publis.h.i.+ng houses?" he scolds.

"Just small ones," I murmur.

"Why don't you want me to know?"

"Undue influence."

He frowns.

"Oh, now you're being obtuse."

He laughs.

"ObtuseMeG.o.d, you're challenging. Drink up, let's talk about these limits." He fishes out another copy of my email and the list. Does he wander about with these lists in his pocketsI think there's one in his jacket that I have. s.h.i.+t, I'd better not forget that. I drain my cup.

He glances quickly at me.

"More?"

"Please."

He smiles that oh-so-smug-private smile of his, holds the champagne bottle up, and pauses.

"Have you eaten anything?"

Oh no... not this old chestnut.

"Yes. I had a three course meal with Ray." I roll my eyes at him. The champagne is making me bold.

He leans forward and holds my chin, staring intently into my eyes.

"Next time you roll your eyes at me, I will take you across my knee."

What?!

"Oh," I breathe, and I can see the excitement in his eyes.

"Oh," he responds, mirroring my tone. "So it begins, Anastasia."

My heart slams against my chest, and the b.u.t.terflies escape from my stomach into my constricting throat. Why is that hot?

He fills my cup, and I drink practically all of it. Chastened, I stare up at him.

"Got your attention now, haven't I?"

I nod.

"Answer me."

"Yes... you've got my attention."

"Good," he smiles a knowing smile. "So s.e.xual acts. We've done most of this."

I move closer to him on the couch and glance down at the list.

APPENDIX 3

Soft Limits

To be discussed and agreed between both parties:

Which of the following s.e.xual acts are acceptable to the Submissive?

Masturbation

f.e.l.l.a.t.i.o

c.u.n.n.i.l.i.n.g.u.s

v.a.g.i.n.al intercourse

v.a.g.i.n.al fisting

a.n.a.l intercourse

a.n.a.l fisting

"No fisting, you say. Anything else you object to?" he asks softly.

I swallow.

"a.n.a.l intercourse doesn't exactly float my boat."

"I'll agree to the fisting, but I'd really like to claim your a.s.s, Anastasia. But we'll wait for that. Besides, it's not something we can dive into," he smirks at me. "Your a.s.s will need training."

"Training?" I whisper.

"Oh yes. It'll need careful preparation. a.n.a.l intercourse can be very pleasurable, trust me. But if we try it and you don't like it, we don't have to do it again." He grins down at me. I blink up at him. He thinks I'll enjoy itHow does he know it's pleasurable?

"Have you done that?" I whisper.

"Yes."

Holy c.r.a.p. I gasp.

"With a man?"

"No. I've never had s.e.x with a man. Not my scene."

"Mrs. Robinson?"

"Yes."

Holy s.h.i.+t... how I frown. He moves on down the list.

"Okay... swallowing se**n. Well, you get an A in that."

I flush, and my inner G.o.ddess smacks her lips together glowing with pride.

"So." He looks down at me grinning. "Swallowing se**n okay?"

I nod, not able to look him in the eye, and drain my cup again.

"More?" he asks.

"More." And I'm suddenly reminded of our conversation earlier today as he refills my cup. Is he referring to that or just the champagneIs this whole champagne thing more?

"s.e.x toys?" he asks.

I shrug, glancing down the list.

Is the use of s.e.x toys acceptable to the Submissive?

Vibrators

d.i.l.d.os

b.u.t.t Plugs

Other

"b.u.t.t plugDoes it do what it says on the tin?" I scrunch my nose up in distaste.

"Yes," he smiles. "And I refer to a.n.a.l intercourse above. Training."

"Oh... what's in other?"

"Beads, eggs... that sort of stuff."

"Eggs?" I'm alarmed.

"Not real eggs," he laughs loudly, shaking his head.

I purse my lips at him.

"I'm glad you find me funny." I can't keep my injured feelings out of my voice.

He stops laughing.

"I apologize. Miss Steele, I'm sorry," he says, trying to look contrite, but his eyes are still dancing with humor. "Any problem with toys?"

"No," I snap.

"Anastasia," he cajoles. "I am sorry. Believe me. I 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 G.o.ddess 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."