side, and I know he’s asking for my permission. What is he
going to do to me? I swallow, then nod, and a trace of an admiring—almost
proud—smile touches his lips. He clips my wrists into the leather cuffs on the
bar above and produces the scarf once more.
“Think you’ve seen enough,” he murmurs. He wraps it around my head,
blindfolding me again, and I feel a frisson run through me as all my other
senses heighten; the sound of his soft breathing, my own excited response,
the blood pulsing in my ears, Christian’s scent mixed 227 | P a g e
Fifty Shades Freed
with the citrus and polish in the room—all are bought into sharper focus
because I can’t see. His nose touches mine.
“I’m going to drive you wild,” he whispers. His hands grasp my hips, and he
moves down, removing my panties as his hands glide down my legs. Drive
me wild . . . wow.
“Lift your feet, one at a time.” I oblige and he removes first my panties, then
each sandal in turn. Gently grasping my ankle, he tugs my leg gently to the
right.
“Step,” he says. He cuffs my right ankle to the cross then proceeds to do the
same with my left. I am helpless, spread-eagled on the cross. Standing,
Christian steps toward me, and my body is bathed in his warmth once more
though he doesn’t touch me. After a moment he grasps my chin, tilts my head
up, and kisses me chastely.
“Some music and toys, I think. You look beautiful like this, Mrs. Grey. I may
take a moment to admire the view.” His voice is soft. Everything clenches,
deep inside.
After a moment, maybe two, I hear him pad quietly to the museum chest and
open one of the drawers. The butt drawer? I ha一ve no idea. He takes
something out and places it on the top, followed by something else. What?
The speakers spring to life, and after a moment the strains of a single piano
playing a soft, lilting melody fill the room. It’s familiar—Bach, I think—but I
don’t know what piece it is. Something about the music makes me
apprehensive. Perhaps because the music is too cool, too deta
本章未完，点击下一页继续阅读。