Chapter Six
“Do you ha一ve anything in mind?” Christian murmurs, pinning me with his bold
gaze. I shrug, suddenly breathless and agitated. I don’t know if it’s the chase,
the adrenaline, my earlier bad mood—I don’t understand, but I want this, and
I want it badly. A puzzled expression flits across Christian’s face. “Kinky
fuckery?” he asks, his words a soft caress. I nod, feeling my face flame. Why
am I embarrassed by this? I ha一ve done all manner of kinky fuckery with this
man. He’s my husband, damn it! Am I embarrassed because I want this and
I’m ashamed to admit it? My subconscious glares at me. Stop overthinking.
“Carte blanche?” He whispers the question, eyeing me speculatively as if
he’s trying to read my mind.
Carte blanche? Holy fuck—what will that entail? “Yes,” I murmur nervously, as
excitement blooms deep inside me. He smiles a slow sexy smile.
“Come,” he says and tugs me toward the stairs. His intention is clear.
Playroom! My inner goddess wakes from her post-R8-sex slumber, wideeyed
and raring to go.
At the top of the stairs, he releases my hand and unlocks the playroom door.
The key is on the Yes Seattle keychain that I ga一ve him not so long ago.
“After you, Mrs. Grey,” he says and swings the door open. The playroom
smells reassuringly familiar, of leather and wood and fresh polish. I blush,
knowing that Mrs. Jones must ha一ve been in here cleaning while we were
away on our honeymoon. As we enter, Christian switches on the lights and
the dark red walls are illuminated with soft, diffused light. I stand gazing at
him, anticipation running thick and hea一vy through my veins. What is he going
to do to me? He locks the door and turns. Inclining his head to one side, he
regards me thoughtfully and then shakes his head, amused.
“What do you want, Anastasia?” he asks gently.
“You.” My response is breathy.
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He smirks. “You’ve got me. You’ve had me since you fell into my office.”
“Surprise me then, Mr. Grey.”
His mouth twists with r
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