Chapter 140


    Anticipation runs bubbling like soda through my veins. What will he doI take a deep steadying breath,


    but I cannot deny it, I''m excited, aroused, wet already. This is so... I want to think wrong, but somehow


    it''s not. It''s right for Christian. It''s what he wants - and after thest few days... after all he''s done, I


    have to man up and take whatever he decides he wants, whatever he thinks he needs.


    The memory of his look when I came in this evening, the longing in his face, his determined stride


    toward me like I was an oasis in the desert. I''d do almost anything to see that look again. I press my


    thighs together at the delicious memory, and it reminds me that I need to spread my knees. I shuffle


    them apart. How long will he make me waitThe wait is crippling me, crippling me with a dark and


    tantalizing desire. I nce quickly around the subtly lit room; the cross, the table, the couch, the


    bench... that bed. It looms sorge, and it''s made up with red satin sheets. Which piece of apparatus


    will he use?


    The door opens and Christian breezes in, ignoring mepletely. I nce down quickly, staring at my


    hands, positioned with care on my spread thighs. cing something on therge chest beside the


    door, he strolls casually toward the bed. I indulge myself in a quick glimpse at him, and my heart almost


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    lurches to a stop. He''s naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top button casually undone. Jeez, he


    looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner goddess is swaying


    and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm. She''s so ready. I lick my lips instinctively. My blood pounds


    through my body, thick and heavy with scious hunger. What is he going to do to me?


    Turning, he nonchntly walks back to the chest of drawers. Opening one, he begins to remove items


    and ce them on the top. My curiosity burns, zes even, but I resist the overwhelming temptation to


    sneak a quick peek. When he finishes what he''s doing, hees to stand in front of me. I can see his


    naked feet, and I want to kiss every inch of them... run my tongue over his instep, suck each of his


    toes. Holy shit.


    "You look lovely," he breathes.


    I keep my head down, conscious that he''s staring at me while I am practically naked. I feel the flush as


    it slowly spreads over my face. He bends down and cups my chin, forcing my face up to meet his gaze.


    "You are one beautiful woman, Anastasia. And you''re all mine," he murmurs. "Stand up." Hismand


    is soft full of sensual promise.


    Shakily, I get to my feet.


    "Look at me," he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering gray gaze. It is his Dom gaze - cold, hard,


    and sexy as hell, seven shades of sin in one enticing look. My mouth dries, and I know I will do


    anything he asks. An almost cruel smile ys across his lips.


    "We don''t have a signed contract, Anastasia. But we''ve discussed limits. And I want to re-iterate we


    have safe words, okay?"


    Holy f**k... what has he got nned that I need safe words?


    "What are they?" he asks authoritatively.


    I frown slightly at his question, and his face hardens perceptibly.


    "What are the safe words, Anastasia?" he says slowly and deliberately.


    "Yellow," I mumble.


    "And?" he prompts, his mouth setting in a hard line.


    "Red," I breathe.


    "Remember those."


    And I can''t help it... I raise my eyebrow at him and am about to remind him of my GPA, but the sudden


    frosty glint in his icy gray eyes stops me in my tracks.


    "Don''t start with your smart mouth in here, Miss Steele. Or I will f**k it with you on your knees. Do you


    understand?"


    I swallow instinctively. Okay. I blink rapidly, chastened. Actually, it''s his tone of voice, rather than the


    threat, that intimidates me.


    "Well?"


    "Yes, Sir," I mumble hastily.


    "Good girl," he pauses as he stares at me. "My intention is not that you should safeword because


    you''re in pain. What I intend to do to you will be intense. Very intense, and you have to guide me. Do


    you understand?"


    Not really. IntenseWow.


    "This is about touch, Anastasia. You will not be able to see me or hear me. But you''ll be able to feel


    me."


    I frown - not hear him How is that going to workHe turns, and I hadn''t noticed that above the chest is a


    sleek, t, matt-ck box. As he waves his hand in front, the box splits in half: two doors slide open


    revealing a CD yer and a host of buttons. Christian presses several of these buttons in sequence.


    Nothing happens, but he seems satisfied. I am mystified. When he turns to face me again, he wears his


    small I-have-a-secret smile.


    "I am going to tie you to that bed, Anastasia. But I''m going to blindfold you first and,"


    he reveals his iPod in his hand, "you will not be able to hear me. All you will hear is the music I am


    going to y for you."


    Okay. A musical interlude, not what I was expecting. Does he ever do what I expect?


    Jeez, I hope it''s not rap.


    "Come." Taking my hand, he leads me over to the antique four-poster bed. There are shackles


    attached at each corner, fine metal chains with leather cuffs, glinting against the red satin.


    Oh boy, I think my heart is going to leave my chest, and I''m melting from the inside out, desire coursing


    through me. Could I be any more excited?


    "Stand here."


    I am facing the bed. He leans down and whispers in my ear.


    "Wait here, keep your eyes on the bed. Picture yourself lying here bound and totally at my mercy."


    Oh my.


    He moves away for a moment, and I can hear him near the door fetching something.


    All my senses are hyper alert, my hearing more acute. He''s picked up something from the rack of


    whips and paddles by the door. Holy cow. What is he going to do?


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