“ithoughtyou’dreplybyemail.”myvoiceissmall,pathetic.

“areyoubitingyourlowerlipdeliberately?”heasksdarkly.

iblinkupathim,gasping,freeingmylip.

“iwasn’tawareiwasbitingmylip,”imurmursoftly.

myheartispounding.icanfeelthatpull,thatdeliciouselectricitybetweenuscharging,fillingthespacebetweenuswithstatic.he’ssittingsoclosetome,hiseyesdarksmokygray,hiselbowsrestingonhisknees,hislegsapart.leaningforward,heslowlyundoesoneofmypigtails,hisfingersfreeingmyhair.mybreathingisshallow,andicannotmove.iwatchhypnotizedashishandmovestomysecondpigtail,andpullingthehairtie,heloosensthebraidwithhislong,skilledfingers.

“soyoudecidedonsomeexercise,”hebreathes,hisvoicesoftandmelodious.hisfingersgentlytuckmyhairbehindmyear.“why,anastasia?”hisfingerscirclemyear,andverysoftly,hetugsmyearlobe,rhythmically.it’ssosexual.

“ineededtimetothink,”iwhisper.i’mallrabbit/headlights,moth/flame,bird/snake…andheknowsexactlywhathe’sdoingtome.

“thinkaboutwhat,anastasia?”

“you.”

“andyoudecidedthatitwasniceknowingme?doyoumeanknowingmeinthebiblicalsense?”

ohshit.iflush.

“ididn’tthinkyouwerefamiliarwiththebible.”

“iwenttosundayschool,anastasia.ittaughtmeagreatdeal.”

“idon’trememberreadingaboutnippleclampsinthebible.perhapsyouweretaughtfromamoderntranslation.”

hislipsarchwithatraceofasmile,andmyeyesaredrawntohisbeautifulsculpturedmouth.

“well,ithoughtishouldcomeandremindyouhowniceitwasknowingme.”

holycrap.istareathimopenmouthed,andhisfingersmovefrommyeartomychin.

“whatdoyousaytothat,misssteele?”

hisgrayeyesblazeatme,hischallengeintrinsicinhisstare.hislipsareparted–he’swaiting,coiledtostrike.desire–acute,liquidandsmoldering,combustsdeepinmybelly.itakepre-emptiveactionandlaunchmyselfathim.somehowhemoves,iha一venoideahow,andintheblinkofaneyei’monthebedpinnedbeneathhim,myarmsstretchedoutandheldabovemyhead,hisfreehandclutchingmyface,andhismouthfindsmine.

histongueisinmymouth,claimingandpossessingme,andirevelintheforceheuses.ifeelhimagainstthelengthofmybody.hewantsme,andthisdoesstrange,deliciousthingstomyinsides.notkateinherlittlebikinis,notoneofthefifteen,notevilmrs.robinson.me.thisbeautifulmanwantsme.myinnergoddessglowssobrightshecouldlightupportland.hestopskissingme,andopeningmyeyes,ifindhimgazingdownatme.

“trustme?”hebreathes.

inod,wide-eyed,myheartbouncingoffmyribs,mybloodthunderingaroundmybody.

hereachesdown,andfromhispantspocket,hetakesouthissilvergreysilktie…thatsilvergreywoventiethatlea一vessmallimpressionsofitswea一veonmyskin.hemovessoquickly,sittingastridemeashefastensmywriststogether,butthistime,hetiestheotherendofthetietooneofthespokesofmywhiteironheadboard.hepullsatmybindingcheckingit’ssecure.i’mnotgoinganywhere.i’mtied,literally,tomybed,andi’msoaroused.

heslidesoffmeandstandsbesidethebed,staringdownatme,hiseyesdarkwithwant.hislookistriumphant,mixedwithrelief.

“that’sbetter,”hemurmursandsmilesawicked,knowingsmile.hebendsandstartsundoingoneofmysneakers.ohno…no…myfeet.no.i’vejustbeenrunning.

“no,”iprotest,tryingtokickhimoff.

hestops.

“ifyoustruggle,i’lltieyourfeettoo.ifyoumakeanoise,anastasia,iwillgagyou.keepquiet.katherineisprobablyoutsidelisteningrightnow.”

gagme!kate!ishutup.

heremovesmyshoesandmysocksefficientlyandslowlypeelsoffmysweatpants.oh–whatpantiesamiwearing?heliftsmeandpullsthequiltandmyduvetoutfromunderneathmeandplacesmebackdown,thistimeonthesheets.

“nowthen.”helickshisbottomlipslowly.“you’rebitingthatlip,anastasia.youknowtheeffectithasonme.”heplaceshislongindexfingerovermymouth,awarning.

ohmy.icanbarelycontainmyself,lyinghelpless,watchinghimmovegracefullyaroundmyroom,it’saheadyaphrodisiac.slowly,almostleisurely,heremoveshisshoesandsocks,undoeshispants,andliftshisshirtoffoverhishead.

“ithinkyou’veseentoomuch,”hechucklesslyly.hesitsastridemeagain,pullsmyt-shirtup,andithinkhe’sgoingtotakeitoffme,butherollsituptomyneckandthenpullsitupovermyheadsohecanseemymouthandmynose,butitcoversmyeyes.andbecauseit’sfoldedover–icannotseeathingthroughit.

“mmm,”hebreathesappreciatively.“thisjustgetsbetterandbetter.i’mgoingtogetadrink.”

leaningdown,hekissesme,hislipstenderagainstmine,andhisweightshiftsoffthebed.ihearthequietcreakofthebedroomdoor.getadrink.where?here?portland?seattle?istraintohearhim.icanmakeoutlowrumblings,andiknowhe’stalkingtokate–ohno…he’spracticallynaked.what’sshegoingtosay?ihearafaintpoppingsound.what’sthat?hereturns,thedoorcreakingoncemore,hisfeetpaddingacrossthebedroomfloor,andicetinklingagainstglassasitswirlsinliquid.whatkindofdrink?heshutsthedoorandshufflesaroundremovinghispants.theydroptothefloor,andiknowhe’snaked.hesitsastridemeagain.

“areyouthirsty,anastasia?”heasks,hisvoiceteasing

“yes,”ibreathe,becausemymouthissuddenlyparched.iheartheiceclinkagainsttheglass,andheputsitdownagainandleansdownandkissesme,pouringadeliciouscrisp,liquidintomymouthashedoes.it’swhitewine.it’ssounexpected,hot,thoughit’schilled,andchristian’slipsarecool.

“more?”hewhispers.

inod.ittastesallthemorepinebecauseit’sbeeninhismouth.heleansdown,andidrinkanothermouthfulfromhislips…ohmy.

“let’snotgotoofar,weknowyourcapacityforalcoholislimited,anastasia.”

ican’thelpit.igrin,andheleansdowntodeliveranotherdeliciousmouthful.heshiftssohe’slyingbesideme,hiserectionatmyhip.oh,iwanthiminsideme.

“isthisnice?”heasks,butiheartheedgeinhisvoice.

itense.hemovestheglassagainandleansdown,kissingmeanddepositingasmallshardoficeinmymouthwithalittlewine.heslowlyandleisurelytrailschilledkissesdownthecenterofmybody,fromthebaseofmythroat,betweenmybreasts,downmytorso,andtomybelly.hepopsafragmentoficeinmyna一velinapoolofcool,coldwine.itburnsallthewaydowntothedepthsofmybelly.wow.

“nowyouha一vetokeepstill,”hewhispers.“ifyoumove,anastasia,you’llgetwinealloverthebed.”

myhipsflexautomatically.

“ohno.ifyouspillthewine,iwillpunishyou,misssteele.”

igroananddesperatelyfighttheurgetotiltmyhips,pullingonmyrestraint.ohno…please.

withonefinger,hepullsdownmybracupsinturn,mybreastspushedup,exposedandvulnerable.leaningdown,hekissesandtugsateachofmynipplesinturnwithcool,coldlips.ifightmybodyasittriestoarchinresponse.

“howniceisthis?”hebreathes,blowingononeofmynipples.

ihearanotherclinkofice,andthenicanfeelitroundmyrightnippleashetugstheleftonewithhislips.imoan,strugglingnottomove.it’ssweet,agonizingtorture.

“ifyouspillthewine,iwon’tletyoucome,”

“oh…please…christian…sir…please.”he’sdrivingmeinsane.ihearhimsmile.

theiceinmyna一velismelting.iambeyondwarm–warmandchilledandwanting.wantinghim,insideme.now.

hiscoolfingerstraillanguidlyacrossmybelly.myskinisoversensitive,myhipsflexautomatically,andthenowwarmerliquidfrommyna一velseepsovermybelly.christianmovesquickly,lappingitupwithhistongue,kissing,bitingmesoftly,sucking.

“ohdear,anastasia,youmoved.whatamigoingtodotoyou?”

i’mpantingloudly.allicanconcentrateonishisvoiceandhistouch.nothingelseisreal.nothingelsematters,nothingelseregistersonmyradar.hisfingersslipintomypanties,andi’mrewardedwithhisunguardedsharpintakeofair.

“oh,baby,”hemurmursandhepushestwofingersinsideme.

igasp.

“readyformesosoon,”hesays.hemoveshisfingerstantalizinglyslowly,in,out,andipushagainsthim,tiltingmyhipsup.

“youareagreedygirl,”hescoldssoftly,andhisthumbcirclesmyclitorisandthenpressesdown.

igroanloudlyasmybodybucksbeneathhisexpertfingers.hereachesupandpushesthet-shirtovermyheadsoicanseehimasiblinkinthesoftlightofmysidelight.ilongtotouchhim.

“iwanttotouchyou,”ibreathe.

“iknow,”hemurmurs.heleansdownandkissesme,hisfingersstillmovingrhythmicallyinsideme,histhumbcirclingandpressing.hisotherhandscoopsmyhairoffmyheadandholdsmyheadinplace.histonguemirrorstheactionsofhisfingers,claimingme.mylegsbegintostiffenasipushagainsthishand.hegentleshishand,soi’mbroughtbackfromthebrink.hedoesthisagainandagain.it’ssofrustrating…ohpleasechristian,iscreaminmyhead.

“thisisyourpunishment,socloseandyetsofar.isthisnice?”hebreathesinmyear.iwhimper,exhausted,pullingagainstmyrestraint.i’mhelpless,lostinanerotictorment.

“please,”ibeg,andhefinallytakespityonme.

“howshallifuckyou,anastasia?”

oh…mybodystartstoquiver.hestillsagain.

“please.”

“whatdoyouwant,anastasia?”

“you…now,”icry.

“shallifuckyouthisway,orthisway,orthisway?there’sanendlesschoice,”hebreathesagainstmylips.hewithdrawshishandandreachesovertothebedsidetableforafoilpacket.hekneelsupbetweenmylegs,andveryslowlyhepullsmypantiesoff,staringdownatme,hiseyesgleaming.heputsonthecondom.iwatchfascinated,mesmerized.

“howniceisthis?”hesaysashestrokeshimself.

“imeantitasajoke,”iwhimper.pleasefuckme,christian.

heraiseshiseyebrowsashishandmovesupanddownhisimpressivelength.

“ajoke?”hisvoiceismenacinglysoft.

“yes.please,christian,”ibeseechhim.

“areyoulaughingnow?”

“no,”imewl.

iamjustoneballofsexual,tense,need.hestaresdownatmeforamoment,measuringmyneed,thenhegrabsmesuddenlyandflipsmeover.ittakesmebysurprise,andbecausemyhandsaretied,iha一vetosupportmyselfonmyelbows.hepushesbothmykneesupthebedsomybehindisintheair,andheslapsmehard.beforeicanreact,heplungesinsideme.icryout–fromtheslapandfromhissuddenassault,andicomeinstantlyagainandagain,fallingapartbeneathhimashecontinuestoslamdeliciouslyintome.hedoesn’tstop.i’mspent.ican’ttakethis…andhepoundsonandonandon...theni’mbuildingagain…surelynot…no…

“comeon,anastasia,again,”hegrowlsthroughclenchedteeth,andunbelievably,mybodyresponds,convulsingaroundhimasiclimaxanew,callingouthisname.ishatteragainintotinyfragments,andchristianstills,finallylettinggo,silentlyfindinghisrelease.hecollapsesontopofme,breathinghard.

“hownicewasthat?”heasksthroughhisgrittedteeth.

ohmy.

iliepantingandspentonthebed,eyesclosedasheslowlypullsoutofme.herisesimmediatelyanddresses.whenhe’sfullyclothed,heclimbsbackonthebedandgentlyundoeshistieandpullsmyt-shirtoff.iflexmyfingersandrubmywrists,smilingatthewovenpatternimprintedonmywristsfromthetie.ire-adjustmybraashepullstheduvetandquiltoverme.istareupathimcompletelydazed,andhesmirksdownatme.

“thatwasreallynice,”iwhisper,smilingcoyly.

“there’sthatwordagain.”

“youdon’tlikethatword?”

“no.itdoesn’tdoitformeatall.”

“oh–idon’tknow…itseemstoha一veaverybeneficialeffectonyou.”

“i’mabeneficialeffect,nowami?couldyouwoundmyegoanyfurther,misssteele?”

“idon’tthinkthere’sanythingwrongwithyourego.”butevenasisayit,idon’tfeeltheconvictionofmywords-somethingelusivecrossesmymind,afleetingthought,butit’slostbeforeicangraspit.

“youthink?”hisvoiceissoft.he’slyingbesideme,fullyclothed,hisheadproppeduponhiselbow,andiamonlywearingmybra.

“whydon’tyouliketobetouched?”

“ijustdon’t.”hereachesoverandplantsasoftkissonmyforehead.“so,thatemailwasyourideaofajoke.”

ismileapologeticallyathimandshrug.

“isee.soyouarestillconsideringmyproposition?”

“yourindecentproposal…yesiam.iha一veissuesthough.”

hegrinsdownatmeasifrelieved.

“i’dbedisappointedifyoudidn’t.”

“iwasgoingtoemailthemtoyou,butyoukindofinterruptedme.”

“coitusinterruptus.”

“see,iknewyouhadasenseofhumorsomewhereinthere.”ismile.

“onlycertainthingsarefunny,anastasia.ithoughtyouweresayingno,nodiscussionatall.”hisvoicedrops.

“idon’tknowyet.iha一ven’tmadeupmymind.willyoucollarme?”

heraiseshiseyebrows.

“youha一vebeendoingyourresearch.idon’tknow,anastasia.i’venevercollaredanyone.”

oh…shouldibesurprisedbythis?iknowsolittleaboutthescene…idon’tknow.

“wereyoucollared?”iwhisper.

“yes.”

“bymrs.robinson?”

“mrs.robinson!”helaughsloudly,freely,andhelookssoyoungandcarefree,hisheadthrownback,hislaughterinfectious.

igrinbackathim.

“i’lltellheryousaidthat,she’llloveit.”

“youstilltalktoherregularly?”ican’tkeeptheshockoutofmyvoice.

“yes.”he’sseriousnow.

oh…andpartofmeissuddenlyinsanelyjealous–i’mdisturbedbythedepthofmyfeeling.

“isee.”myvoiceistight.“soyouha一vesomeoneyoucandiscussyouralternativelifestylewith,buti’mnotallowed.”

hefrowns.

“idon’tthinki’veeverthoughtaboutitlikethat.mrs.robinsonwaspartofthatlifestyle.itoldyou,she’sagoodfriendnow.ifyou’dlike,icanintroduceyoutooneofmyformersubs,youcouldtalktoher.”

what?ishedeliberatelytryingtoupsetme?

“isthisyourideaofajoke?

“no,anastasia.”he’sbemusedasheshakeshisheadearnestly.

“no–i’lldothisonmyown,thankyouverymuch,”isnapathim,pullingtheduvetuptomychin.

hestaresatme,atsea,surprised.

“anastasia,i…”he’slostforwords.afirst,ithink.“ididn’tmeantooffendyou.”

“i’mnotoffended.i’mappalled.”

“appalled?”

“idon’twanttotalktooneofyourex-girlfriends…sla一ve…sub…whateveryoucallthem.”

“anastasiasteele–areyoujealous?”

iflush,crimson.

“areyoustaying?”

“iha一veabreakfastmeetingtomorrowattheheathman.besides,itoldyou,idon’tsleepwithgirlfriends,sla一ves,subs,oranyone.fridayandsaturdaynightwereexceptions.itwon’thappenagain.”icanheartheresolvebehindhissoft,huskyvoice.

ipursemylipsathim.

“welli’mtirednow.”

“areyoukickingmeout?”heraiseshiseyebrowsatme,amusedandalittledismayed.

“yes.”

“wellthat’sanotherfirst.”heeyesmespeculatively.“sonothingyouwanttodiscussnow?aboutthecontract.”

“no.”ireplypetulantly.

“god,i’dliketogiveyouagoodhiding.you’dfeelalotbetter,andsowouldi.”

“youcan’tsaythingslikethat…iha一ven’tsignedanythingyet.”

“amancandream,anastasia.”heleansovermeandgraspsmychin.“wednesday?”hemurmurs,andhekissesmelightlyonmylips.

“wednesday,”iagree.“i’llseeyouout.ifyougivemeaminute.”isitupandgrabmyt-shirt,pushinghimoutoftheway.amusedandreluctant,hegetsupoffthebed.

“pleasepassmemysweatpants.”

hecollectsthemfromthefloorandhandsthemtome.

“yes,ma’am.”he’stryingunsuccessfullytohidehissmile.

inarrowmyeyesathimasislipthepantson.myhairisastate,andiknowi’llha一vetofacethekatherineka一vanaghinquisitionafterhe’sgone.grabbingahairtie,iwalktomybedroomdoor,openingitslightlycheckingforkate.sheisnotinthelivingarea.ithinkicanhearheronthephoneinherroom.christianfollowsmeout.duringtheshortwalkfrombedroomtofrontdoor,mythoughtsandfeelingsebbandflow,transforming.i’mnolongerangrywithhim,ifeelsuddenlyunbearablyshy.idon’twanthimtogo.forthefirsttime,i’mwishinghewas–normal–wantinganormalrelationshipthatdoesn’tneedaten-pageagreement,aflogger,andkarabinersinhisplayroomceiling.

iopenthedoorforhimandstaredownatmyhands.thisisthefirsttimeiha一veeverhadsexinmyhome,andassexgoes,ithinkitwasprettydamnfine.butnowifeellikeareceptacle–anemptyvesseltobefilledathiswhim.mysubconsciousshakesherhead.youwantedtoruntotheheathmanforsex–youhaditexpress-delivered.shecrossesherarmsandtapsherfootwithawhat-are-you-complaining-about-lookonherface.christianstopsinthedoorwayandclaspsmychin,forcingmyeyestomeethis.hisbrowcreasesslightly.

“youokay?”heaskstenderlyashisthumblightlycaressesmybottomlip.

“yes.”ireply,thoughinallhonestyi’mjustnotsure.ifeelaparadigmshift.iknowthatifidothisthingwithhim,iwillgethurt.he’snotcapable,interested,orwillingtooffermeanymore…andiwantmore.muchmore.thesurgeofjealousyifeltonlymomentsagotellsmethatiha一vedeeperfeelingsforhimthaniha一veadmittedtomyself.

“wednesday,”heconfirms,andheleansforwardandkissesmesoftly.somethingchangeswhilehe’skissingme,hislipsgrowmoreurgentagainstmine,hishandmovesupfrommychinandhe’sholdingthesideofmyhead,hisotherhandontheotherside.hisbreathingaccelerates.hedeepensthekiss,leaningintome.iputmyhandsonhisarms.iwanttorunthemthroughhishair,butiresist,knowingthathewon’tlikeit.heleanshisforeheadagainstmine,hiseyesclosed,hisvoicestrained.

“anastasia,”hewhispers.“whatareyoudoingtome?”

“icouldsaythesametoyou,”iwhisperback.

takingadeepbreath,hekissesmyforeheadandlea一ves.hestrollspurposefullydownthepathtowardshiscarasherunshishandthroughhishair.glancingupasheopens

hiscardoor,hesmileshisbreathtakingsmile.myansweringsmileisweak,completelydazzledbyhim,andi’mremindedoncemoreoficarussoaringtooclosetothesun.iclosethefrontdoorasheclimbsintohissportycar.iha一veanoverwhelmingurgetocry,asadandlonelymelancholygripsandtightensroundmyheart.dashingbacktomybedroom,iclosethedoorandleanagainstittryingtorationalizemyfeelings.ican’t.slidingtothefloor,iputmyheadinmyhandsasmytearsbegintoflow.

kateknocksgently.

“ana?”shewhispers.iopenthedoor.shetakesonelookatmeandthrowsherarmsaroundme.

“what’swrong?whatdidthatcreepygood-lookingbastarddo?”

“ohkate,nothingididn’twanthimto.”

shepullsmetomybedandwesit.

“youha一vedreadfulsexhair.”

inspiteofmypoignantsadness,ilaugh.

“itwasgoodsex,notdreadfulatall.”

katesmiles.

“that’sbetter.whyareyoucrying?younevercry.”sheretrievesmybrushfromthesidetable,andsittingbehindme,veryslowlystartsbrushingouttheknots.

“ijustdon’tthinkourrelationshipisgoingtogoanywhere.”istaredownatmyfingers.

“ithoughtyousaidyouweregoingtoseehimonwednesday?”

“iam,thatwasouroriginalplan.”

“so,whydidheturnupheretoday?”

“isenthimanemail.”

“askinghimtodropby?”

“no,sayingididn’twanttoseehimanymore.”

“andheturnsup?ana,that’sgenius.”

“actuallyitwasajoke.”

“oh.nowi’mreallyconfused.”

patiently,iexplaintheessenceofmyemailwithoutgivinganythingaway.

“soyouthoughthe’dreplybyemail.”

“yes.”

“butinsteadheturnsuphere.”

“yes.”

“i’dsayhe’scompletelysmittenwithyou.”

ifrown.christian,smittenwithme?hardly.he’sjustlookingforanewtoy–aconvenientnewtoythathecanbedanddounspeakablethingsto.myhearttightenspainfully.thisisthereality.

“hecameheretofuckme,that’sall.”

“whosaidromancewasdead?”shewhispershorrified.i’veshockedkate.ididn’tthinkthatwaspossible.ishrugapologetically.

“heusessexasaweapon.”

“fuckyouintosubmission?”sheshakesherheaddisapprovingly.iblinkrapidlyather,andicanfeeltheblushasitspreadsacrossmyface.oh…spoton,katherineka一vanagh,pulitzerprize-winningjournalist.

“ana,idon’tunderstand,youjustlethimmakelovetoyou?”

“no,kate,wedon’tmakelove–wefuck–christian’sterminology.hedoesn’tdothelovething.”

“iknewtherewassomethingweirdabouthim.hehascommitmentissues.”

inod,asifinagreement.inwardly,ipine.ohkate...iwishicouldtellyoueverything,everythingaboutthisstrange,sad,kinkyguy,andyoucouldtellmetoforgetabouthim.stopmefrombeingafool.

“iguessit’sallalittleoverwhelming,”imurmur.that’stheunderstatementoftheyear.

becauseidon’twanttotalkaboutchristiananymore,iaskheraboutelliot.katherine’swholedemeanorchangesatthemerementionofhisname,shelightsupfromwithin,beamingatme.

“he’scomingoverearlysaturdaytohelploadup.”shehugsthehairbrush,boyhasshegotitbad,andifeelafamiliarfaintstabofenvy.katehasfoundherselfanormalman,andshelookssohappy.

iturnandhugher.

“oh,imeanttosay.yourdadcalledwhileyouwere…err,occupied.apparentlybobhassustainedsomeinjury,soyourmomandhecan’tmakegraduation.butyourdadwillbeherethursday.hewantsyoutocall.”

“oh...mymomnevercalledme.isbobokay?”

“yes.callherinthemorning.it’slatenow.”

“thanks,kate.i’mokaynow.i’llcallrayinthemorningtoo.ithinki’lljustturnin.”

shesmiles,buthereyescrinkleatthecornerswithconcern.

aftershe’sgone,isitandreadthecontractagain,makingmorenotesasigo.wheni’vefinished,ifireupthelaptop,readytorespond.

there’sanemailfromchristianinmyinbox.

from:christiangrey

subject:thisevening

date:may23201123:16

to:anastasiasteele

misssteeleilookforwardtoreceivingyournotesonthecontract.

untilthen,sleepwellbaby.

christiangrey

ceo,greyenterprisesholdingsinc.

from:anastasiasteele

subject:issues

date:may24201100:02

to:christiangrey

dearmr.greyhereismylistofissues.ilookforwardtodiscussingthemmorefullyatdinneronwednesday.

thenumbersrefertoclauses:

2:notsurewhythisissolelyformybenefit–ietoexploremysensualityandlimits.i’msureiwouldn’tneedaten-pagecontracttodothat!surelythisisforyourbenefit.

4:asyouareawareyouaremyonlysexualpartner.idon’ttakedrugs,andi’venothadanybloodtransfusions.i’mprobablysafe.whataboutyou?

8:icanterminateatanytimeifidon’tthinkyou’restickingtotheagreedlimits.okay–ilikethis.

9:obeyyouinallthings?acceptwithouthesitationyourdiscipline?weneedtotalkaboutthis.

11:onemonthtrialperiod.notthree.

12:icannotcommiteveryweekend.idoha一vealife,orwillha一ve.perhapsthreeoutoffour?

15.2:usingmybodyasyouseefitsexuallyorotherwise–pleasedefine“orotherwise.”

15.5:thiswholedisciplineclause.i’mnotsureiwanttobewhipped,flogged,orcorporallypunished.iamsurethiswouldbeinbreachofclauses2-5.andalso“foranyotherreason”.that’sjustmean–andyoutoldmeyouweren’tasadist.

15.10:likeloaningmeouttosomeoneelsewouldeverbeanoption.buti’mgladit’shereinblackandwhite.

15.14:therules.moreonthoselater.

15.19:touchingmyselfwithoutyourpermission.what’stheproblemwiththis?youknowidon’tdoitanyway.

15.21:discipline–pleaseseeclause15.5above.

15.22:ican’tlookintoyoureyes?why?

15.24:whycan’titouchyou?

rules:

sleep–i’llagreeto6hours.food–iamnoteatingfoodfromaprescribedlist.thefoodlistgoesorido–dealbreaker.clothes–aslongasionlyha一vetowearyourclotheswheni’mwithyou...okay.exercise–weagreed3hours,thisstillsays4.

softlimits:

canwegothroughallofthese?nofistingofanykind.whatissuspension?genitalclamps–youha一vegottobekiddingme.

canyoupleaseletmeknowthearrangementsforwednesday?iamworkinguntil5pmthatday.

goodnight.

ana

from:christiangrey

subject:thisevening

date:may24201100:07

to:anastasiasteele

misssteele

that’salonglist.whyareyoustillup?