really good, unexpected though.” He frowns. “You know, you never cease to amaze me.”

I smile and consciously bite my lip. He eyes me speculatively.

“Have you done that before?”

“No.” And I can’t help the small tinge of pride in my denial.

“Good,” he says complacently and, I think, relieved. “Yet another first, Miss Steele.”

He looks appraisingly at me. “Well, you get an A in oral skills. Come, let’s go to bed, I

owe you an orgasm.”

Orgasm! Another one!

Quickly, he clambers out of the bath, giving me my first full glimpse of the Adonis, di-

vinely formed, that is Christian Grey. My inner goddess has stopped dancing and is staring

too, mouth open and drooling slightly. His erection tamed, but still substantial… wow. He

wraps a small towel around his waist, covering the essentials, and holds out a larger fluffy

white towel for me. Climbing out of the bath, I take his proffered hand. He wraps me in

the towel, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I long to reach round and embrace him… touch him… but he has my arms trapped in the

towel. I’m soon lost in his kiss. He cradles my head, his tongue exploring my mouth, and

I get a sense he’s expressing his gratitude – maybe – for my first blowjob? Whoa?

He pulls away, his hands on either side of my face, staring intently into my eyes. He

looks lost.

“Say yes,” he whispers fervently.

I frown, not understanding.

“To what?”

“Yes to our arrangement. To being mine. Please, Ana,” he whispers, emphasizing the

last word and my name, pleading. He kisses me again, sweetly, passionately, before he

stands back and stares at me, blinking slightly. He takes my hand and leads me back to

his bedroom, leaving me reeling, so I follow him meekly. Stunned. He really wants this.

In his bedroom, he stares down at me as we stand by his bed.

“Trust me?” he asks suddenly. I nod, wide-eyed with the sudden realization that I do

trust him. What’s he going to do to me now?An electric thrill hums through me.

“Good girl,” he breathes, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. He steps away into his

closet and comes back with a silver-grey silk woven tie.

“Knit your hands together in front of you,” he orders as he peels the towel off me and

throws it on the floor.

I do as he asks, and he binds my wrists together with his tie, knotting it firmly. His

eyes are bright with wild excitement. He tugs at the binding. It’s secure. Some boy scout

he must have been to learn these knots.What now? My pulse has gone through the roof,

my heart beating a frantic tattoo. He runs his fingers down my pigtails.

“You look so young with these,” he murmurs and moves forward. Instinctively, I move

back until I feel the bed against the back of my knees. He drops his towel, but I can’t take

my eyes off his face. His expression is ardent, full of desire.

“Oh, Anastasia, what shall I do to you?” he whispers as he lowers me on to the bed,

lying beside me, and raising my hands above my head.

“Keep your hands up here, don’t move them, understand?” His eyes burn into mine,

and I’m breathless from their intensity. This is not a man I want to cross… ever.

“Answer me,” he demands, his voice soft.

“I won’t move my hands.” I’m breathless.

“Good girl,” he murmurs and deliberately licks his lips slowly. I’m mesmerized by

his tongue as it sweeps slowly over his upper lip. He’s staring into my eyes, watching me,

appraising. He leans down and plants a chaste, swift kiss on my lips.

“I’m going to kiss you all over, Miss Steele,” he says softly, and he cups my chin, push-

ing it up giving him access to my throat. His lips glide down my throat, kissing, sucking,

and nipping, to the small dip at the base of my neck. My body leaps to attention… every-

where. My recent bath experience has made my skin hyper-sensitive. My heated blood

pools low in my belly, between my legs, right down there.I groan.

I want to touch him. I move my hands and rather awkwardly, given I’m restrained, feel

his hair. He stops kissing me and glares up at me, shaking his head from side to side, tutting

as he does. He reaches for my hands and places them above my head again.

“Don’t move your hands, or we just have to start all over again,” he scolds me mildly.

Oh, he’s such a tease.

“I want to touch you.” My voice is all breathy and out of control.

“I know,” he murmurs. “Keep your hands above your head,” he orders, his voice

forceful.

He cups my chin again and starts to kiss my throat as before. Oh… he’s so frustrating.

His hands run down my body and over my breasts as he reaches the dip at the base of my

neck with his lips. He swirls the tip of his nose around it then begins a very leisurely cruise

with his mouth, heading south, following the path of his hands, down my sternum to my

breasts. Each one is kissed and nipped gently and my nipples tenderly sucked. Holy crap.

My hips start swaying and moving of their own accord, grinding to the rhythm of his mouth

on me, and I’m desperately trying to remember to keep my hands above my head.

“Keep still,” he warns, his breath warm against my skin. Reaching my navel, he dips

his tongue inside, and then gently grazes my belly with his teeth. My body bows off the

bed.“Hmm. You are so sweet, Miss Steele.” His nose glides along the line between my

belly and my pubic hair, biting me gently, teasing me with his tongue. Sitting up suddenly,

he kneels at my feet, grasping both my ankles and spreading my legs wide.

Holy shit.He grabs my left foot, bends my knee, and brings my foot up to his mouth.

Watching and assessing my every reaction, he tenderly kisses each of my toes then bites

each one of them softly on the pads. When he reaches my little toe, he bites harder, and I

convulse, whimpering. He glides his tongue up my instep – and I can no longer watch him.

It’s too erotic. I’m going to combust. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to absorb and man-

age all the sensations he’s creating. He kisses my ankle and trails kisses up my calf to my

knee, stopping just above. He then starts on my right foot, repeating the whole, seductive,

mind-blowing process.

“Oh, please,” I moan as he bites my little toe, the action resonating deep in my belly.

“All good things, Miss Steele,” he breathes.

This time he doesn’t stop at my knee, he continues up the inside of my thigh, pushing

my thighs apart as he does. And I know what he’s going to do, and part of me wants to

push him off because I’m mortified and embarrassed. He’s going to kiss me there!I know

it. And part of me is glorying in the anticipation. He turns to my other knee and kisses

his way up my thigh, kissing, licking, sucking, and then he’s between my legs, running his

nose up and down my sex, very softly, very gently. I writhe… oh my.

He stops, waiting for me to calm. I do and raise my head to gaze at him, my mouth

open as my pounding heart struggles to come out.

“Do you know how intoxicating you smell, Miss Steele?” he murmurs, and keeping his

eyes on mine, he pushes his nose into my pubic hair and inhales.

I flush scarlet, everywhere, feeling faint, and I instantly close my eyes. I can’t watch

him do that!

He blows gently up the length of my sex. Oh fuck…

“I like this.” He gently tugs at my pubic hair. “Perhaps we’ll keep this.”

“Oh… please,” I beg.

“Hmm, I like it when you beg me, Anastasia.”

I groan.

“Tit for tat is not my usual style, Miss Steele,” he whispers as he gently blows up and