[...continued]
“Mr. Grey.” she affirms. I am standing before her as she remains seated on my couch- my leather couch- my whale leather couch. There is only one in existence and it is in my office with her on it. I don’t answer her, I stand stoically, a reminder that her appointment is here. “I am nothing if not punctual, Ms. Steele.” I really wanted to say “baby” right there, but I will wait until I have entered her. I will tu her vous in no time. I realize that I should tell her that- it’s pretty clever. “I would like to make tu out of vous, baby.” Damn. I was going to wait to call her baby. Nonetheless, she gives me a smile, which I will take to mean she knows what I want from her- splintering rough sex. “Are you speaking French to me, Mr. Grey?” should I hit her now? No. “It was more of a professional courtesy, Anastasia.” I wait for her to bite her- ah, lip... “I am informing you of my intentions, but when you bite your lip that way- all I want is to steal that lip from you with my teeth and swallow your mouth.” She clenches her thighs together, while her breath catches on my words- my impressive words. “What do you suggest, Mr. Grey?”
[To Be Continued...]
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