五十度灰(Fifty Shades of Grey)英文版 Part II 19

“thirty-fourpounds?notbad.ana’sfatherthough,he

holdstherecord.aforty-threepounder.”

“you’rekidding!heneversaid.”

“happybirthday,bytheway.”

“thanks.so,wheredoyouliketofish?”

izoneout.thisidonotneedtoknow.butatthe

sametimei’mrelieved.see,christian?josé’snotsobad.

bythetimejosémakestolea一ve,bothofthemaremuch

morerelaxedwitheachother.christianquicklychanges

intot-shirtandjeansandbarefootheaccompaniesjosé

andmetothefoyer.

“thanksforlettingmecrashhere,”josésaysto

christianastheyshakehands.

“anytime,”christiansmiles.

joséhugsmequickly.“staysafe,ana.”

“sure.greattoseeyou.nexttimewe’llha一veaproper

eveningout.”

“i’llholdyoutothat.”hewa一vesatusfrominsidethe

elevator,andthenhe’sgone.

“see,he’snotsobad.”

“hestillwantsintoyourpanties,ana.butcan’tsayi

blamehim.”

“christian,that’snottrue!”

“youha一venoidea,doyou?”hesmirksdownatme.

“hewantsyou.bigtime.”

ifrown.“christian,he’sjustafriend,agoodfriend.”

andi’msuddenlyawarethatisoundlikechristianwhen

he’stalkingaboutmrs.robinson.thethoughtis

unsettling.

christianholdsuphishandsinaplacatinggesture.

“idon’twanttofight,”hesayssoftly.

oh!we’renotfighting...arewe?“meneither.”

“youdidn’ttellhimweweregettingmarried.”

“no.ifiguredioughttotellmomandrayfirst.”shit.

it’sthefirsttimei’vethoughtaboutthissinceisaidyes.

jeez—whataremyparentsgoingtosay?

christiannods.“yes,you’reright.andi...um,i

shouldaskyourfather.”

ilaugh.“oh,christian—thisisn’ttheeighteenth

century.”

holyshit.whatwillraysay?thethoughtofthat

conversationfillsmewithhorror.

“it’straditional.”christianshrugs.

“let’stalkaboutthatlater.iwanttogiveyouyour

otherpresent.”myaimistodistracthim.thethoughtof

mypresentisburningaholeinmyconsciousness.ineed

togiveittohimandseehowhereacts.

hegivesmehisshysmile,andmyheartskipsabeat.

foraslongasilive,i’llnevertireoflookingatthatsmile.

“you’rebitingyourlip,”hesaysandpullsonmychin.

athrillrunsthroughmybodyashisfingerstouchme.

withoutaword,andwhileistillha一veamodicumof

courage,itakehishandandleadhimbacktothe

bedroom.idrophishand,lea一vinghimstandingbythebed,

andfromundermysideofthebed,itakeoutthetwo

remaininggiftboxes.

“two?”hesays,surprised.

itakeadeepbreath.“iboughtthisbeforethe,um...

incidentyesterday.i’mnotsureaboutitnow.”iquickly

handhimoneoftheparcelsbeforeicanchangemymind.

hegazesatme,puzzled,sensingmyuncertainty.

“sureyouwantmetoopenit?”

inod,anxious.

christiantearsoffthepackagingandgazesinsurprise

atthebox.

“charlietango,”iwhisper.

hegrins.theboxcontainsasmallwoodenhelicopter

withalarge,solar-poweredrotorblade.heopensitup.

“solarpowered,”hemurmurs.“wow.”andbeforei

knowithe’ssittingonthebedassemblingit.itsnaps

togetherquickly,andchristianholdsitupinthepalmof

hishand.abluewoodenhelicopter.helooksupatme

andgivesmehisglorious,all-american-boysmile,then

headstothewindowsothatthelittlehelicopterisbathed

insunlightandtherotorstartstospin.

“lookatthat,”hebreathes,examiningitclosely.

“whatwecanalreadydowiththistechnology.”heholds

itateyelevel,watchingthebladesspin.he’sfascinated

andfascinatingtowatchasheloseshimselfinthought,

staringatthelittlehelicopter.whatishethinking?

“youlikeit?”

“ana,iloveit.thankyou.”hegrabsmeandkisses

meswiftly,thenturnsbacktowatchtherotorspin.“i’ll

addittothegliderinmyoffice,”hesaysdistractedly,

watchingthebladespin.hemoveshishandoutofthe

sunlight,andthebladeslowsdownandcomestoastop.

ican’thelpmyface-splittinggrin,andiwanttohug

myself.helovesit.ofcourse,he’sallaboutalternative

technologies.i’dforgottenthatinmyhastetobuyit.

placingitonthechestofdrawers,heturnstofaceme.

“it’llkeepmecompanywhilewesalvagecharlie

tango.”

“isitsalvageable?”

“idon’tknow.ihopeso.i’llmissher,otherwise.”

her?iamshockedatmyselfforthesmallpangof

jealousyifeelforaninanimateobject.mysubconscious

snortswithderisorylaughter.iignoreher.

“what’sintheotherbox?”heasks,hiseyeswidewith

almostchildishexcitement.

holyfuck.“i’mnotsureifthispresentisforyouor

me.”

“really?”heasks,andiknowiha一vepiquedhis

interest.nervouslyihandhimthesecondbox.heshakes

itgentlyandwebothhearahea一vyrattle.heglancesupat

me.

“whyareyousonervous?”heasks,bemused.ishrug,

embarrassedandexcitedasiflush.heraisesaneyebrow

atme.

“youha一vemeintrigued,misssteele,”hewhispers,

andhisvoicerunsrightthroughme,desireandanticipation

spawninginmybelly.“iha一vetosayi’menjoyingyour

reaction.whatha一veyoubeenupto?”henarrowshis

eyesspeculatively.

iremaintight-lippedasiholdmybreath.

heremovesthelidoftheboxandtakesoutasmall

card.therestofthecontentsarewrappedintissue.he

opensthecard,andhiseyesdartquicklytomine—

wideningwithshockorsurprise.ijustdon’tknow.

“dorudethingstoyou?”hemurmurs.inodand

swallow.hecockshisheadtoonesidewarily,assessing

myreaction,andfrowns.thenturnshisattentionbackto

thebox.hetearsthroughthepale-bluetissuepaperand

fishesoutaneyemask,somenippleclamps,abuttplug,

hisipod,hissilver-graytie—andlastbutbynomeansleast

—thekeytohisplayroom.

hegazesatme,hisexpressiondark,unreadable.oh

shit.isthisabadmove?

“youwanttoplay?”heaskssoftly.

“yes,”ibreathe.

“formybirthday?”

“yes.”couldmyvoicesoundanysmaller?

amyriadofemotionscrosshisface,noneofwhichi

canplace,buthesettlesforanxious.hmm...notquite

thereactioniwasexpecting.

“you’resure?”heasks.

“notthewhipsandstuff.”

“iunderstandthat.”

“yes,then.i’msure.”

heshakeshisheadandgazesdownatthecontentsof

thebox.“sexmadandinsatiable.well,ithinkwecando

somethingwiththislot,”hemurmursalmosttohimself,then

putsthecontentsbackinthebox.whenheglancesatme

again,hisexpressionhascompletelychanged.holycow,

hisgrayeyesburn,andhismouthliftsinaslowerotic

smile.heholdsouthishand.

“now,”hesays,andit’snotarequest.mybelly

clenches,tightandhard,deep,deepdown.

iputmyhandinhis.

“come,”heorders,andifollowhimoutofthe

bedroom,myheartinmymouth.desireracesslickand

hotthroughmybloodasmyinsidestightenwithhungry

anticipation.myinnergoddesssomersaultsroundher

chaiselongue.finally!

christianpausesoutsidetheplayroom.

“you’resureaboutthis?”heasks,hisgazeheatedyet

anxious.

“yes,”imurmur,smilingshylyathim.

hiseyessoften.“anythingyoudon’twanttodo?”

i’mderailedbyhisunexpectedquestion,andmymind

goesintooverdrive.onethoughtoccurs.“idon’twant

youtotakephotosofme.”

hestills,andhisexpressionhardensashecockshis

headtoonesideandeyesmespeculatively.

ohshit.ithinkhe’sgoingtoaskmewhy,but

fortunatelyhedoesn’t.

“okay,”hemurmurs.hisbrowfurrowsasheunlocks

thedoor,thenstandsasidetoushermeintotheroom.i

feelhiseyesonmeashefollowsmeinsideandclosesthe

door.

placingthegiftboxonthechestofdrawers,hetakes

outtheipod,switchesiton,thenwa一vesatthemusiccenter

onthewallsothatthesmokedglassdoorsglidesilently

open.hepressessomebuttons,andafteramoment,the

soundofasubwaytrainechoesroundtheroom.heturns

itdownsothattheslow,hypnoticelectronicbeatthat

followsbecomesambient.awomanstartstosing,idon’t

knowwhosheisbuthervoiceissoftyetraspingandthe

beatismeasured,deliberate...erotic.ohmy.it’smusic

tomakeloveto.

christianturnstofacemeasistandinthemiddleof

theroom,myheartpounding,mybloodsinginginmy

veins,pulsing—orsoitfeels—intimetothemusic’s

seductivebeat.hesaunterscasuallyovertomeandtugs

onmychinsoi’mnolongerbitingmylip.

“whatdoyouwanttodo,anastasia?”hemurmurs,

plantingasoftchastekissatthecornerofmymouth,his

fingersstillgraspingmychin.

“it’syourbirthday.whateveryouwant,”iwhisper.

hetraceshisthumbalongmylowerlip,hisbrowcreased

oncemore.

“areweinherebecauseyouthinkiwanttobein

here?”hiswordsaresoftlyspoken,butheregardsme

intently.

“no,”iwhisper.“iwanttobeinhere,too.”

hisgazedarkens,growingbolderasheassessesmy

response.afterwhatseemsaneternity,hespeaks.

“oh,therearesomanypossibilities,misssteele.”his

voiceislow,excited.“butlet’sstartwithgettingyou

naked.”hepullsthesashofmyrobesothatitfallsopen,

revealingmysilknightdress,thenstepsbackandsits

nonchalantlydownonthearmofthechesterfieldcouch.

“takeyourclothesoff.slowly.”hegivesmea

sensual,challenginglook.

iswallowcompulsively,pressingmythighstogether.

i’malreadydampbetweenmylegs.myinnergoddessis

strippednakedandstandinginline,readyandwaitingand

beggingmetoplaycatch-up.ipulltherobeawayfrommy

shoulders,myeyesneverlea一vinghis,andshrug,lettingit

fallbillowingtothefloor.hismesmerizinggrayeyesheat,

andherunshisindexfingeroverhislipsashegazesatme.

slippingthespaghettistrapsofmygownoffmy

shoulders,igazeathimforabeat,thenreleasethem.my

nightdressskimsandripplessoftlydownmybody,pooling

atmyfeet.iamnakedandpracticallypantingandoh-soready.

christianpausesforamoment,andimarvelatthe

franklycarnalappreciationinhisexpression.standingup,

hemakeshiswayovertothechestandpicksuphissilvergray

tie—myfa一voritetie.hepullsitthroughhisfingersas

heturnsandstrollscasuallytowardme,asmileplayingon

hislips.whenhestandsinfrontofme,iexpecthimtoask

formyhands,buthedoesn’t.

“ithinkyou’reunderdressed,misssteele,”he

murmurs.heplacesthetiearoundmyneck,andslowly

butdexterouslytiesitinwhatiassumeisafinewindsor

knot.ashetightenstheknot,hisfingersbrushthebaseof

mythroatandelectricityshootsthroughme,makingme

gasp.helea一vesthewideendofthetielong,longenough

sothetipskimsmypubichair.

“youlookmightyfinenow,misssteele,”hesaysand

bendstokissmegentlyonmylips.it’saswiftkiss,andi

wantmore,desirespiralingwantonlythroughmybody.

“whatshallwedowithyounow?”hesays,andthen

pickingupthetie,heyankssharplysothati’mforced

forwardintohisarms.hishandsdiveintomyhairandpull

myheadback,andhereallykissesme,hard,histongue

unforgivingandmerciless.oneofhishandsroamsfreely

downmybacktocupmybehind.whenhepullsaway,

he’spantingtooandgazingdownatme,hiseyesmolten

gray;andi’mleftwanting,gaspingforbreath,mywits

thoroughlyscattered.i’msuremylipswillbeswollenafter

hissensualassault.

“turnaround,”heordersgentlyandiobey.pullingmy

hairfreeofthetie,hequicklybraidsandsecuresit.he

tugsthebraidsomyheadtiltsup.

“youha一vebeautifulhair,anastasia,”hemurmursand

kissesmythroat,sendingshiversrunningupanddownmy

spine.“youjustha一vetosaystop.youknowthat,don’t

you?”hewhispersagainstmythroat.

inod,myeyesclosed,andrelishhislipsonme.he

turnsmeroundoncemoreandpicksuptheendofthetie.

“come,”hesays,tugginggently,leadingmeovertothe

chestwheretherestofthebox’scontentsareondisplay.

“anastasia,theseobjects.”heholdsupthebuttplug.

“thisisasizetoobig.asananalvirgin,youdon’twantto

startwiththis.wewanttostartwiththis.”heholdsuphis

pinkyfinger,andigasp,shocked.fingers...there?he

smirksatme,andtheunpleasantthoughtoftheanalfisting

mentionedinthecontractcomestomind.

“justfinger—singular,”hesayssoftlywiththatuncanny

abilityhehastoreadmymind.myeyesdarttohis.how

doeshedothat?

“theseclampsarevicious.”heprodsthenipple

clamps.“we’llusethese.”heplacesadifferentpairof

clampsonthechest.theylooklikegiantblackhairpins,

butwithlittlejetjewelshangingdown.“they’re

adjustable,”christianmurmurs,hisvoicelacedwithgentle

concern.

iblinkupathim,wide-eyed.christian,mysexual

mentor.heknowssomuchmoreaboutallthisthanido.

i’llnevercatchup.ifrown.heknowsmorethanme

aboutmostthings...exceptcooking.

“clear?”heasks.

“yes,”iwhisper,mymouthdry.“areyougoingtotell

mewhatyouintendtodo?”

“no.i’mmakingthisupasigoalong.thisisn’ta

scene,ana.”

“howshouldibeha一ve?”

hisbrowcreases.“howeveryouwantto.”

oh!

“wereyouexpectingmyalterego,anastasia?”he

asks,histonevaguelymockingandbemusedatonce.i

blinkathim.

“well,yes.ilikehim,”imurmur.hesmileshisprivate

smileandreachesuptorunhisthumbdownmycheek.

“doyounow,”hebreathesandrunshisthumbacross

mylowerlip.“i’myourlover,anastasia,notyourdom.i

lovetohearyourlaughandyourgirlishgiggle.ilikeyou

relaxedandhappy,likeyouareinjosé’sphotos.that’s

thegirlthatfellintomyoffice.that’sthegirlifellinlove

with.”

holycow.mymouthdropsopen,andawelcome

warmthbloomsinmyheart.it’sjoy—purejoy.

“butha一vingsaidallthat,ialsoliketodorudethingsto

you,misssteele;andmyalteregoknowsatrickortwo.

so,doasyou’retoldandturnaround.”hiseyesglint

wickedly,andthejoymovessharplysouth,seizingme

tightlyandgrippingeverysinewbelowmywaist.idoas

i’mtold.behindme,heopensoneofthedrawersanda

momentlaterhe’sinfrontofmeagain.

“come,”heordersandtugsonthetie,leadingmeto

thetable.aswewalkpastthecouch,inoticeforthefirst

timethatallthecanesha一vevanished.itdistractsme.were

theythereyesterdaywhenicamein?idon’tremember.

didchristianmovethem?mrs.jones?christianinterrupts

mytrainofthought.

“iwantyoutokneeluponthis,”hesayswhenwe’re

atthetable.

oh,okay.whatdoesheha一veinmind?myinner

goddesscan’twaittofindout—she’salreadyscissorkicked

ontothetableandiswatchinghimwithadoration.

hegentlyliftsmeontothetable,andifoldmylegs

beneathmeandkneelinfrontofhim,surprisedbymyown

grace.nowweareeyetoeye.herunshishandsdown

mythighs,graspsmyknees,andpullsmylegsapartand

standsdirectlyinfrontofme.helooksveryserious,his

eyesdarker,hooded...lustful.

“armsbehindyourback.i’mgoingtocuffyou.”

heproducessomeleathercuffsfromhisbackpocket

andreachesaroundme.thisisit.where’shegoingto

takemethistime?

hisproximityisintoxicating.thismanisgoingtobe

myhusband.canonelustafterone’shusbandlikethis?i

don’trememberreadingaboutthatanywhere.ican’tresist

him,andirunmypartedlipsalonghisjaw,feelingthe

stubble,aheadycombinationofpricklyandsoft,undermy

tongue.hestillsandcloseshiseyes.hisbreathingfalters

andhepullsback.

“stop.orthiswillbeoverfarquickerthaneitherofus

wants,”hewarns.foramoment,ithinkhemightbeangry

butthenhesmiles,andhisheatedeyesarealightwith

amusement.

“you’reirresistible,”ipout.

“aminow?”hesaysdryly.

inod.

“well—don’tdistractme,ori’llgagyou.”

“ilikedistractingyou,”iwhisper,lookingmulishlyat

him,andhecockshiseyebrowatme.

“orspankyou.”

oh!itrytohidemysmile.therewasatime,notvery

longago,wheniwouldha一vebeensubduedbythisthreat.

iwouldneverha一vehadthenervetokisshim,unbidden,

whilehewasinthisroom.irealizenow,i’mnolonger

intimidatedbyhim.it’sarevelation.igrinmischievously,

andhesmirksatme.

“beha一ve,”hegrowlsandstandsback,gazingatme

andslapstheleathercuffsacrosshispalm.andthe

warningisthere,implicitinhisactions.itryforcontrite,

andithinkisucceed.heapproachesmeagain.

“that’sbetter,”hebreathesandleansbehindmeonce

morewiththecuffs.iresisttouchinghimbutinhalehis

gloriouschristianscent,stillfreshfromlastnight’sshower.

hmm...ishouldbottlethis.

iexpecthimtocuffmywrists,butheattacheseach

cuffabovemyelbows.itmakesmearchmyback,pushing

mybreastsforward,thoughmyelbowsarebynomeans

together.whenhe’sfinished,hestandsbacktoadmire

me.

“feelokay?”heasks.it’snotthemostcomfortableof

positions,buti’msowiredwithanticipationtoseewhere

he’sgoingwiththisthatinod,weakwithwanting.

“good.”hepullsthemaskfromhisbackpocket.

“ithinkyou’veseenenoughnow,”hemurmurs.he

slidesthemaskovermyhead,coveringmyeyes.my

breathingspikes.wow.whyisnotbeingabletoseeso

erotic?iamhere,trussedupandkneelingonatable,

waiting—sweetanticipationhotandhea一vydeepinmy

belly.icanstillhear,though,andthemelodicsteadybeat

ofthetrackcontinues.itresonatesthroughmybody.i

hadn’tnoticedbefore.hemustha一veitonrepeat.

christianstepsaway.whatishedoing?hemoves

backtothechestandopensadrawer,thenclosesitagain.

amomentlaterhe’sback,andisensehiminfrontofme.

there’sapungent,rich,muskyscentintheair.it’s

delicious,almostmouth-watering.

“idon’twanttoruinmyfa一voritetie,”hemurmurs.it

slowlyunra一velsasheundoesit.

iinhalesharplyasthetailofthetietra一velsupmybody,

ticklingmeinitswake.ruinhistie?ilistenacutelyto

determinewhathe’sgoingtodo.he’srubbinghishands

together.hisknucklessuddenlybrushovermycheek,

downtomyjawfollowingmyjawline.

mybodyleapstoattentionashistouchsendsa

deliciousshiverthroughme.hishandflexesovermyneck,

andit’sslickwithsweet-smellingoilsohishandglides

smoothlydownmythroat,acrossmycla一vicle,andupto

myshoulder,hisfingerskneadinggentlyastheygo.oh,

i’mgettingamassage.notwhatiexpected.

heplaceshisotherhandonmyothershoulderand

beginsanotherslowteasingjourneyacrossmycla一vicle.i

groansoftlyasheworkshiswaydowntowardmy

increasinglyachingbreasts,achingforhistouch.it’s

tantalizing.iarchmybodyfurtherintohisdefttouch,but

hishandsglidetomysides,slow,measured,intimetothe

beatofthemusic,andstudiouslya一voidmybreasts.i

groan,butidon’tknowifit’sfrompleasureorfrustration.

“youaresobeautiful,ana,”hemurmurs,hisvoicelow

andhusky,hismouthnexttomyear.hisnosefollows

alongmyjawashecontinuestomassageme—beneathmy

breasts,acrossmybelly,down...hekissesmefleetingly

onmylips,thenherunshisnosedownmyneck,my

throat.holycow,i’monfire...hisnearness,hishands,

hiswords.

“andsoonyou’llbemywifetoha一veandtohold,”he

whispers.

ohmy.

“toloveandtocherish.”

jeez.

“withmybody,iwillworshipyou.”

itipmyheadbackandmoan.hisfingersrunthrough

mypubichair,overmysex,andherubsthepalmofhis

handagainstmyclitoris.

“mrs.grey,”hewhispersashispalmworksagainst

me.

igroan.

“yes,”hebreathesashispalmcontinuestoteaseme.

“openyourmouth.”

mymouthisalreadyopenfrompanting.iopenwider,

andheslipsalargecoolmetalobjectbetweenmylips.

shapedlikeanoversizedbaby’spacifier,ithassmall

groovesorcarvings,andwhatfeelslikeachainattheend.

it’sbig.

“suck,”hecommandssoftly.“i’mgoingtoputthis

insideyou.”

insideme?insidemewhere?myheartlurchesinto

mymouth.

“suck,”herepeatsandhestopspalmingme.

no.don’tstop,iwanttoshout,butmymouthisfull.

hisoiledhandsglidebackupmybodyandfinallycupmy

neglectedbreasts.

“don’tstopsucking.”

gentlyherollsmynipplesbetweenhisthumbsand

forefingers,andtheyhardenandlengthenunderhisexpert

touch,sendingsynapticwa一vesofpleasureallthewayto

mygroin.

“youha一vesuchbeautifulbreasts,ana,”hemurmurs

andmynippleshardenfurtherinresponse.hemurmurshis

approvalandimoan.hislipsmovedownfrommyneck

towardonebreast,trailingsoftbitesandsucksoverand

over,downtowardmynipple,andsuddenlyifeelthe

pinchoftheclamp.

“ah!”igarblemygroanthroughthedeviceinmy

mouth.holycow,thefeelingisexquisite,raw,painful,

pleasurable...oh—thepinch.gently,hela一vesthe

restrainednipplewithhistongue,andashedoesso,he

appliestheother.thebiteofthesecondclampisequally

harsh...butjustasgood.igroanloudly.

“feelit,”hewhispers.

oh,ido.ido.ido.

“givemethis.”hetugsgentlyontheornatemetal

pacifierinmymouth,andireleaseit.hishandsoncemore

traildownmybody,towardmysex.he’sre-oiledhis

hands.theyglidearoundtomybackside.

igasp.what’shegoingtodo?itenseuponmyknees

asherunshisfingersbetweenmybuttocks.

“hush,easy,”hebreathesclosetomyearandkisses

myneckashisfingersstrokeandteaseme.

what’shegoingtodo?hisotherhandglidesdown

mybellytomysex,palmingmeoncemore.heeaseshis

fingersinsideme,andimoanloudly,appreciatively.

“i’mgoingtoputthisinsideyou,”hemurmurs.“not

here.”hisfingerstrailbetweenmybuttocks,spreadingoil.

“buthere.”hemoveshisfingersroundandround,inand

out,hittingthefrontwallofmyvagina.imoanandmy

restrainednipplesswell.

“ah.”

“hushnow.”christianremoveshisfingersandslides

theobjectintome.hecupsmyfaceandkissesme,his

mouthinvadingmine,andihearaveryfaintclick.instantly

thepluginsidemestartstovibrate—downthere!igasp.

thefeelingisextraordinary—beyondanythingi’vefelt

before.

“ah!”

“easy,”christiancalmsme,stiflingmygaspswithhis

mouth.hishandsmovedownandtugverygentlyonthe

clamps.icryoutloudly.

“christian,please!”

“hush,baby.hanginthere.”

thisistoomuch—allthisoverstimulation,everywhere.

mybodystartstoclimb,andonmyknees,i’munableto

controlthebuildup.ohmy...willibeabletohandle

this?

“goodgirl,”hesoothes.

“christian,”ipant,soundingdesperateeventomy

ownears.

“hush,feelit,ana.don’tbeafraid.”hishandsare

nowonmywaist,holdingme,butican’tconcentrateon

hishands,what’sinsideme,andtheclamps,too.mybody