五十度灰(Fifty Shades of Grey)英文版 Part II 17

misskellyleadsusintothemastersuitewherefull

heightwindowsopenontoabalcony,andtheviewisstill

spectacular.icouldsitinbedandgazeoutallday,

watchingthesailingboatsandthechangingweather.

therearefiveadditionalbedroomsonthisfloor.jeez

—kids.ipushthethoughthastilytooneside.iha一vetoo

muchtoprocessalready.misskellyisbusilysuggestingto

christianhowthegroundscouldaccommodateriding

stablesandapaddock.horses!terrifyingimagesofmy

fewridinglessonsflashthroughmymind,butchristian

doesn’tappeartobelistening.

“thepaddockwouldbewherethemeadowisatthe

moment?”iask.

“yes,”misskellysaysbrightly.

tomethemeadowlookslikesomewheretolieinthe

longgrassandha一vepicnics,notforsomefour-leggedfiend

ofsatantoroam.

backinthemainroom,misskellydiscreetly

disappears,andchristianleadsmeoutoncemoreontothe

terrace.thesunhassetandlightsfromthetownsonthe

olympicpeninsulaaretwinklingonthefarsideofthe

sound.

christianpullsmeintohisarmsandtipsmychinup

withhisindexfinger,staringintentlydownatme.

“lottotakein?”heasks,hisexpressionunreadable.

inod.

“iwantedtocheckyoulikeditbeforeiboughtit.”

“theview?”

henods.

“ilovetheview,andilikethehousethat’shere.”

“youdo?”

ismileshylyathim.“christian,youhadmeatthe

meadow.”

hislipspartasheinhalessharply,thenhisface

transformswithagrin,andhishandsaresuddenlyfisting

intomyhairandhismouthisonmine.

backinthecarasweheadforseattle,christian’smood

hasliftedconsiderably.

“soyou’regoingtobuyit?”iask.

“yes.”

“you’llputescalaonthemarket?”

hefrowns.“whywouldidothat?”

“topayfor...”myvoicetrailsoff—ofcourse.i

flush.

hesmirksatme.“trustme,icanaffordit.”

“doyoulikebeingrich?”

“yes.showmesomeonewhodoesn’t,”hesays

darkly.

okay,getoffthatsubjectquickly.

“anastasia,you’regoingtoha一vetolearntoberich,

too,ifyousayyes,”hesayssoftly.

“wealthisn’tsomethingi’veeveraspiredto,

christian.”ifrown.

“iknow.ilovethataboutyou.butthenyou’venever

beenhungry,”hesayssimply.hiswordsaresobering.

“wherearewegoing?”iaskbrightly,changingthe

subject.

“tocelebrate.”christianrelaxes.

oh!“celebratewhat,thehouse?”

“ha一veyouforgottenalready?youractingeditorrole.”

“ohyes.”igrin.unbelievably,ihadforgotten.

“where?”

“uphighatmyclub.”

“yourclub?”

“yes.oneofthem.”

themilehighclubisontheseventy-sixthfloorof

columbiatower,highereventhanchristian’sapartment.

it’sverynowandhasthemosthead-spinningviewsover

seattle.

“cristal,ma’am?”christianhandsmeaglassofchilled

champagneasisitperchedonabarstool.

“whythankyou,sir.”istressthelastword

flirtatiously,battingmyeyelashesathimdeliberately.

hegazesatmeandhisfacedarkens.“areyouflirting

withme,misssteele?”

“yes,mr.grey,iam.whatareyougoingtodoabout

it?”

“i’msureicanthinkofsomething,”hesays,hisvoice

low.“come—ourtable’sready.”

asweapproachthetable,christianstopsme,hishand

onmyelbow.

“goandtakeyourpantiesoff,”hewhispers.

oh?adelicioustinglerunsdownmyspine.

“go,”hecommandsquietly.

whoa,what?iblinkupathim.he’snotsmiling—he’s

deadserious.everymusclebelowmywaistlinetightens.i

handhimmyglassofchampagne,turnsharplyonmyheel,

andheadfortherestroom.

shit.what’shegoingtodo?perhapsthisclubisaptly

named.

therestroomsaretheheightofmoderndesign—all

darkwood,blackgranite,andpoolsoflightfrom

strategicallyplacedhalogens.intheprivacyofthestall,i

smirkasidivestmyselfofmyunderwear.againi’m

gratefulichangedintothena一vyblueshiftdress.ithoughtit

appropriateattiretomeetthegooddr.flynn—ihadn’t

expectedtheeveningtotakethisunexpectedcourse.

iamexcitedalready.whydoesheaffectmeso?i

slightlyresenthoweasilyifallunderhisspell.iknownow

thatwewon’tbespendingtheeveningtalkingthroughall

ourissuesandrecentevents...buthowcaniresisthim?

checkingmyappearanceinthemirror,iambrighteyed

andflushedwithexcitement.issuesschmissues.

itakeadeepbreathandheadbackoutintotheclub.i

mean,it’snotasifiha一ven’tgonepantylessbefore.my

innergoddessisdrapedinapinkfeatherboaand

diamonds,struttingherstuffinfuck-meshoes.

christianstandspolitelywhenireturntothetable,his

expressionunreadable.helookshisusualperfect,cool,

calm,andcollectedself.ofcourse,inowknow

differently.

“sitbesideme,”hesays.islideintotheseatandhe

sits.“i’veorderedforyou.ihopeyoudon’tmind.”he

handsmemyhalf-finishedglassofchampagne,regarding

meintentlyandunderhisscrutiny,mybloodheatsanew.

herestshishandsonhisthighs.itenseandpartmylegs

slightly.

thewaiterarriveswithadishofoystersoncrushed

ice.oysters.thememoryofthetwoofusintheprivate

diningroomattheheathmanfillsmymind.wewere

discussinghiscontract.ohboy.we’vecomealongway

sincethen.

“ithinkyoulikedoysterslasttimeyoutriedthem.”his

voiceislow,seductive.

“onlytimei’vetriedthem.”i’mallbreathy,myvoice

exposingme.hislipstwitchwithasmile.

“oh,misssteele—whenwillyoulearn?”hemuses.

hetakesanoysterfromthedishandliftshisother

handfromhisthigh.iflinchinanticipation,buthereaches

forasliceoflemon.

“learnwhat?”iask.jeez,mypulseisracing.hislong,

skilledfingersgentlysqueezethelemonovertheshellfish.

“eat,”hesays,holdingtheshellclosetomymouth.i

partmylips,andhegentlyplacestheshellonmybottom

lip.“tipyourheadbackslowly,”hemurmurs.idoashe

asksandtheoysterslipsdownmythroat.hedoesn’t

touchme,onlytheshell.

christianhelpshimselftoone,thenfeedsmeanother.

wecontinuethistortuousroutineuntilalltwelvearegone.

hisskinneverconnectswithmine.it’sdrivingmecrazy.

“stilllikeoysters?”heasksasiswallowthefinalone.

inod,flushed,cra一vinghistouch.

“good.”

isquirminmyseat.whyisthissohot?

heputshishandcasuallyonhisownthighagain,andi

melt.now.please.touchme.myinnergoddessisonher

knees,nakedexceptforherpanties—begging.herunshis

handupanddownhisthigh,liftsit,thenplacesitback

whereitwas.

thewaitertopsupourchampagneglassesandwhisks

awayourplates.momentslaterhe’sbackwithourentrée,

seabass—idon’tbelieveit—servedwithasparagus,

sautéedpotatoes,andahollandaisesauce.

“afa一voriteofyours,mr.grey?”

“mostdefinitely,misssteele.thoughibelieveitwas

codattheheathman.”hishandmovesupanddownhis

thigh.mybreathingspikes,butstillhedoesn’ttouchme.

it’ssofrustrating.itrytoconcentrateonourconversation.

“iseemtorememberwewereinaprivatediningroom

then,discussingcontracts.”

“happydays,”hesays,smirking.“thistimeihopeto

gettofuckyou.”hemoveshishandtopickuphisknife.

gah!

hetakesabiteoutofhisseabass.he’sdoingthison

purpose.

“don’tcountonit,”imutterwithapoutandhe

glancesatme,amused.“speakingofcontracts,”iadd.

“thenda.”

“tearitup,”hesayssimply.

whoa.

“what?really?”

“yes.”

“you’resurei’mnotgoingtoruntotheseattletimes

withanexposé?”itease.

helaughsandit’sawonderfulsound.helooksso

young.

“no.itrustyou.i’mgoingtogiveyouthebenefitof

thedoub一t.”

oh.igrinshylyathim.“ditto,”ibreathe.

hiseyeslightup.“i’mverygladyou’rewearinga

dress,”hemurmurs.andbam—desirecoursesthroughmy

alreadyoverheatedblood.

“whyha一ven’tyoutouchedme,then?”ihiss.

“missingmytouch?”heasksgrinning.he’s

amused...thebastard.

“yes,”iseethe.

“eat,”heorders.

“you’renotgoingtotouchme,areyou?”

“no.”heshakeshishead.

what?igaspoutloud.

“justimaginehowyou’llfeelwhenwe’rehome,”he

whispers.“ican’twaittogetyouhome.”

“itwillbeyourfaultificombusthereontheseventysixth

floor,”imutterthroughgrittedteeth.

“oh,anastasia.we’dfindawaytoputthefireout,”

hesays,grinningsalaciouslyatme.

fuming,idigintomyseabass,andmyinnergoddess

narrowshereyesinquiet,deviouscontemplation.wecan

playthisgame,too.ilearnedthebasicsduringourmealat

theheathman.itakeabiteoutofmyseabass.itismeltin-

the-mouthdelicious.iclosemyeyes,sa一voringthetaste.

wheniopenthem,ibeginmyseductionofchristian

grey,veryslowlyhitchingmyskirtup,exposingmoreof

mythighs.

christianpausesmomentarily,aforkfuloffish

suspendedmidair.

touchme.

afterabeat,heresumeseating.itakeanotherbiteof

seabass,ignoringhim.then,puttingdownmyknife,irun

myfingersuptheinsideofmylowerthigh,lightlytapping

myskinwithmyfingertips.it’sdistractingeventome,

especiallyasiamcra一vinghistouch.christianpausesonce

more.

“iknowwhatyou’redoing.”hisvoiceislowand

husky.

“iknowthatyouknow,mr.grey,”ireplysoftly.

“that’sthepoint.”ipickupanasparagusstalk,gaze

sidewaysathimfrombeneathmylashes,thendipthe

asparagusintothehollandaisesauce,swirlingthetipround

andround.

“you’renotturningthetablesonme,misssteele.”

smirkinghereachesoverandtakesthespearfromme—

amazinglyandannoyinglymanagingnottotouchmeagain.

no,thisisn’tright—thisisnotgoingaccordingtoplan.

gah!

“openyourmouth,”hecommands.

iamlosingthisbattleofwills.iglanceupathimagain,

andhiseyesblazebrightgray.partingmylipsafractioni

runmytongueacrossmylowerlip.christiansmilesandhis

eyesdarkenfurther.

“wider,”hebreathes,hislipspartingsothaticansee

histongue.igroaninwardlyandbitemybottomlip,then

doasheasks.

ihearhissharpintakeofbreath—he’snotsoimmune.

good,iamfinallygettingtohim.myinnergoddessfistpumps

theairaboveherchaiselongue.

keepingmyeyeslockedonhis,itakethespearinmy

mouth,andsuck,gently...delicately...ontheend.the

hollandaisesauceismouthwatering.ibitedown,moaning

quietlyinappreciation.

christiancloseshiseyes.yes!whenheopensthem

again,hispupilsha一vedilated.theeffectonmeis

immediate.igroanandreachouttotouchhisthigh.tomy

surprise,heuseshisotherhandtograbmywrist.

“oh,noyoudon’t,misssteele,”hemurmurssoftly.

raisingmyhandtohismouth,hegentlybrushesmy

knuckleswithhislips,andisquirm.finally!more,please.

“don’ttouch,”hescoldsmequietly,andplacesmy

handbackonmyknee.it’ssofrustrating—thisbrief

unsatisfactorycontact.

“youdon’tplayfair.”ipout.

“iknow.”hepicksuphischampagneglasstopropose

atoast,andimirrorhisactions.

“congratulationsonyourpromotion,misssteele.”we

clinkglassesandiblush.

“yes,kindofunexpected,”imutter.hefrownsasif

someunpleasantthoughthascrossedhismind.

“eat,”heorders.“iamnottakingyouhomeuntil

you’vefinishedyourmeal,andthenwecanreally

celebrate.”hisexpressionissoheated,soraw,so

commanding.iammelting.

“i’mnothungry.notforfood.”

heshakeshishead,thoroughlyenjoyinghimself,but

narrowshiseyesatmejustthesame.

“eat,ori’llputyouacrossmyknee,righthere,and

we’llentertaintheotherdiners.”

hiswordsmakemesquirm.hewouldn’tdare!he

andhistwitchypalm.ipressmymouthintoahardlineand

stareathim.pickingupanasparagusstalk,hedipsthe

headintothehollandaise.

“eatthis,”hemurmurs,hisvoicelowandseductive.

iwillinglycomply.

“youreallydon’teatenough.you’velostweightsince

i’veknownyou.”histoneisgentle.

idon’twanttothinkaboutmyweight;truthis,ilike

beingthisslim.iswallowtheasparagus.

“ijustwanttogohomeandmakelove,”imutter

disconsolately.christiangrins.

“sodoi,andwewill.eatup.”

reluctantly,iturnbacktomyfoodandstarttoeat.

honestly,i’vetakenmypantiesoffandeverything.ifeel

likeachildwhohasbeendeniedcandy.heissucha

tease,adelicious,hot,naughtytease,andallmine.

hequizzesmeaboutethan.asitturnsout,christian

doesbusinesswithkateandethan’sfather.hmm...it’s

smallworld.i’mrelievedhedoesn’tmentiondr.flynnor

thehouseasi’mfindingitdifficulttoconcentrateonour

conversation.iwanttogohome.

thecarnalanticipationisunfurlingbetweenus.he’sso

goodatthis.makingmewait.settingthescene.between

bites,heplaceshishandonhisthigh,soclosetomine,but

stilldoesn’ttouchmejusttoteasemefurther.

bastard!finallyifinishmyfood,andplacemyknife

andforkontheplate.

“goodgirl,”hemurmurs,andthosetwowordsholdso

muchpromise.

ifrownathim.“whatnow?”iask,desireclawingat

mybelly.oh,iwantthisman.

“now?welea一ve.ibelieveyouha一vecertain

expectations,misssteele.whichiintendtofulfilltothe

bestofmyability.”

whoa!

“thebest...ofyoura...bil...ity?”istutter.holy

shit.

hegrinsandstands.

“don’tweha一vetopay?”iask,breathless.

hecockshisheadtooneside.“iamamemberhere.

they’llbillme.come,anastasia,afteryou.”hesteps

aside,andistandtolea一ve,consciousthatiamnot

wearingmypanties.

hegazesatmedarkly,likehe’sundressingme,andi

gloryinhiscarnalappraisal.itjustmakesmefeelsosexy

—thisbeautifulmandesiresme.willialwaysgetakick

outofthis?deliberatelystoppinginfrontofhim,ismooth

mydressovermyhips.

christianwhispersinmyear,“ican’twaittogetyou

home.”buthestilldoesn’ttouchme.

onthewayouthemurmurssomethingaboutthecarto

thema?tred’,buti’mnotlistening,myinnergoddessis

incandescentwithanticipation.jeez,shecouldlightup

seattle.

waitingbytheelevators,wearejoinedbytwomiddleaged

couples.whenthedoorsopen,christiantakesmy

elbowandsteersmetotheback.iglancearound,and

we’resurroundedbydarksmoked-glassmirrors.asthe

othercouplesenter,onemaninaratherunflatteringbrown

suitgreetschristian.

“grey,”henodspolitely.christiannodsinreturnbutis

silent.

thecouplesstandinfrontofus,facingtheelevator

doors.theyareobviouslyfriends—thewomenchat

loudly,excitedandanimatedaftertheirmeal.ithink

they’reallalittletipsy.

asthedoorsclose,christianbrieflystoopsdown

besidemetotiehisshoelace.odd,hisshoelacesaren’t

undone.discreetlyheplaceshishandonmyankle,

startlingme,andashestandshishandtra一velsswiftlyup

myleg,skatingdeliciouslyovermyskin—whoa—rightup.

iha一vetostiflemygaspofsurpriseashishandreachesmy

backside.christianmovesbehindme.

ohmy.igapeatthepeopleinfrontofus,staringat

thebacksoftheirheads.theyha一venoideawhatwe’reup

to.wrappinghisfreearmaroundmywaist,christianpulls

metohim,holdingmeinplaceashisfingersexplore.holy

fuckingshit...inhere?theelevatortra一velssmoothly

down,stoppingatthefifty-thirdfloortoletsomemore

peopleon,butiamnotpayingattention.iamfocusedon

everylittlemovehisfingersmake.circlingaround...now

movingforward,questing,asweshuffleback.

againistifleagroanwhenhisfingersfindtheirgoal.

“alwayssoready,misssteele,”hewhispersashe

slipsalongfingerinsideme.isquirmandgasp.howcan

hedothiswithallthesepeoplehere?

“keepstillandquiet,”hewarns,murmuringinmyear.

i’mflushed,warm,wanting,trappedinanelevatorwith

sevenpeople,sixofthemoblivioustowhat’soccurringin

thecorner.hisfingerslidesinandoutofme,againand

again.mybreathing.jeez,it’sembarrassing.iwanttotell

himtostop...andcontinue...andstop.isagagainst

him,andhetightenshisarmaroundme,hiserection

againstmyhip.

wehaltagainattheforty-fourthfloor.oh...how

longisthistorturegoingtocontinue?in...out...

in...out...sub一tlyigrindmyselfagainsthispersistent

finger.afterallthistimeofnottouchingme,hechooses

now!here!anditmakesmefeelso—wanton.

“hush,”hebreathes,seeminglyunaffectedasyettwo

morepeoplecomeaboard.theelevatorisgetting

crowded.christianmovesusbothfartherbacksothat

we’renowpressedintothecorner,holdingmeinplace

andtorturingmefurther.henuzzlesmyhair.i’msurewe

looklikeayoungcoupleinlove,canoodlinginthecorner,

ifanyonecouldbebotheredtoturnroundandseewhat

we’redoing...andheeasesasecondfingerinsideme.

fuck!igroan,andi’mthankfulthatthegaggleof

peopleinfrontofusarestillchattingaway,totally

oblivious.

oh,christian,whatyoudotome.ileanmyhead

againsthischest,closingmyeyesandsurrenderingtohis

unrelentingfingers.

“don’tcome,”hewhispers.“iwantthatlater.”he

splayshishandoutonmybelly,pressingdownslightly,as

hecontinueshissweetpersecution.thefeelingisexquisite.

finallytheelevatorreachesthefirstfloor.withaloud

pingthedoorsopen,andalmostinstantlythepassengers

startexiting.christianslowlyslipshisfingersoutofmeand

kissesthebackofmyhead.iglanceroundathim,andhe

smiles,thennodsagainatmr.badly-fitted-brown-suit

whoreturnshisnodofacknowledgmentasheshufflesout

oftheelevatorwithhiswife.ibarelynotice,concentrating

insteadonstayinguprightandtryingtomanagemypanting.

jeez,ifeelachingandbereft.christianreleasesme,

lea一vingmetostandonmyowntwofeetwithoutleaningon

him.

turning,igazeupathim.helookscoolandunruffled,

hisusualcomposedself.hmm...thisissonotfair.

“ready?”heasks.hiseyesgleamwickedlyasheslips

firsthisindex,thenhismiddlefingerintohismouthand

sucksonthem.“mightyfine,misssteele,”hewhispers.i

nearlyconvulseonthespot.

“ican’tbelieveyoujustdidthat,”imurmur,andi’m

practicallycomingapartattheseams.

“you’dbesurprisedwhaticando,misssteele,”he

says.reachingout,hetucksalockofhairbehindmyear,

aslightsmilebetrayinghisamusement.

“iwanttogetyouhome,butmaybewe’llonlymakeit

asfarasthecar.”hegrinsdownatmeashetakesmy

handandleadsmeoutoftheelevator.

what!sexinthecar?can’twejustdoithereonthe

coolmarbleofthelobbyfloor...please?

“come.”

“yes,iwantto.”

“misssteele!”headmonishesmewithmock-amused

horror.

“i’veneverhadsexinacar,”imumble.christianhalts

andplacesthosesamefingersundermychin,tippingmy

headbackandglaringdownatme.

“i’mverypleasedtohearthat.iha一vetosayi’dbe

verysurprised,nottosaymad,ifyouhad.”

iflush,blinkingupathim.ofcourse,i’veonlyhadsex

withhim.ifrownathim.

“that’snotwhatimeant.”

“whatdidyoumean?”histoneisunexpectedlyharsh.

“christian,itwasjustanexpression.”

“thefamousexpression,‘i’veneverhadsexinacar.’

yes,itjusttripsoffthetongue.”

jeez...what’shisproblem?

“christian,iwasn’tthinking.forhea一ven’ssake,

you’vejust...um,donethattomeinanelevatorfullof

people.mywitsarescattered.”

heraiseshiseyebrows.“whatdididotoyou?”he

challenges.

iscowlathim.hewantsmetosayit.

“youturnedmeon,bigtime.nowtakemehomeand

fuckme.”

hismouthdropsopenthenhelaughs,surprised.now

helooksyoungandcarefree.oh,tohearhimlaugh.ilove

itbecauseit’ssorare.

“you’reabornromantic,misssteele.”hetakesmy

hand,andweheadoutofthebuildingtowherethevalet

standsbymysaab.

“soyouwantsexinacar,”christianmurmursashe

switchesontheignition.

“quitefrankly,iwouldha一vebeenhappywiththe

lobbyfloor.”

“trustme,ana,sowouldi.butidon’tfancybeing

arrestedatthistimeofnight,andididn’twanttofuckyou

inarestroom.well,nottoday.”

what!“youmeantherewasapossibility?”

“ohyes.”

“let’sgoback.”

heturnstogazeatmeandlaughs.hislaughteris

infectious;soonwe’rebothlaughing—wonderful,

cathartic,head-held-backlaughter.reachingover,he

placeshishandonmyknee,caressingitgentlywithlong

skilledfingers.istoplaughing.

“patience,anastasia,”hemurmursandpullsintothe

seattletraffic.

heparksthesaabintheescalagarageandturnsoffthe

engine.suddenly,intheconfinesofthecar,the

atmospherebetweenuschanges.withwanton

anticipation,iglanceathim,tryingtocontainmy

palpitatingheart.he’sturnedtowardme,leaningagainst

thedoor,hiselbowproppedonthesteeringwheel.

hepullshislowerlipwithhisthumbandindexfinger.

hismouthissodistracting.iwantitonme.he’swatching

meintently,hiseyesdarkgray.mymouthgoesdry.he

smilesaslowsexysmile.

“wewillfuckinthecaratatimeandplaceofmy

choosing.rightnow,iwanttotakeyouoneverya一vailable

surfaceofmyapartment.”

it’slikehe’saddressingmebelowthewaist...my

innergoddessperformsfourarabesquesandapasde

basque.

“yes.”jeez,isoundsobreathy,desperate.

heleansforwardafraction.iclosemyeyes,waiting

forhiskiss,thinking—finally.butnothinghappens.aftera

moment,iopenmyeyestofindhimgazingatme.ican’t

figureoutwhathe’sthinking,butbeforeicansayanything,

hedistractsmeoncemore.

“ifikissyounowwewon’tmakeitintothe

apartment.come.”

gah!couldthismanbeanymorefrustrating?he

climbsoutofthecar.

onceagain,wewaitfortheelevator,mybodythrumming

withanticipation.christianholdsmyhand,runninghis

thumbrhythmicallyacrossmyknuckles,eachstroke

echoingthroughme.oh,iwanthishandsonallofme.

he’storturedmelongenough.

“so,whathappenedtoinstantgratification?”imurmur

whilewewait.

christiansmirksdownatme.

“it’snotappropriateineverysituation,anastasia.”

“sincewhen?”

“sincethisevening.”

“whyareyoutorturingmeso?”

“titfortat,misssteele.”

“howamitorturingyou?”

“ithinkyouknow.”

igazeupathimandhisexpressionisdifficulttoread.

hewantsmyanswer...that’sit.

“i’mintodelayedgratification,too,”iwhisper,smiling

shyly.

hetugsmyhandunexpectedly,andsuddenlyiamin

hisarms.hegrabsthehairatthenapeofmyneck,pulling