Fifty Shades Darker (book 5) novel Chapter 46

As I lock the door I wonder when or if Ana and I will revisit this room. I know I’m not ready. How Ana will feel about the—what does she call it?—Red Room of pain, we’ll have to see. The thought that I may never use it again depresses me. Brooding on this, I walk to her room. Perhaps I should get rid of the canes and belts. Maybe that would help.

I open the submissive’s room door and stop.

A startled Ana whirls around to face me. She’s dressed in a black corset, tiny lace panties, and thigh-highs.

All thought is erased from my mind.

My mouth dries as I stare.

She’s a walking wet dream.

She’s Aphrodite.

Thank you, Caroline Acton.

“Can I help you, Mr. Grey? I assume there is some purpose to your visit other than to gawk mindlessly at me.” There’s a haughty edge to her voice.

“I am rather enjoying my mindless gawk, thank you, Miss Steele.” I step into the room. “Remind me to send a personal note of thanks to Caroline Acton.”

Ana gestures with her hands. She’s wondering what I’m talking about.

“The personal shopper at Neiman’s,” I clarify.

“Oh.”

“I’m quite distracted.”

“I can see that. What do you want, Christian?” she says, sounding impatient, but I think she’s teasing me. I pull the kegel balls out of my pocket for her to see, and her expression changes from playful to alarmed.

She thinks I want to spank her.

I do…

But.

“It’s not what you think,” I reassure her.

“Enlighten me.”

“I thought you could wear these, tonight.”

She blinks several times. “To this event?”

I nod.

“Will you spank me later?”

“No.”

Her face falls and I can’t help but laugh. “You want me to?”

I watch her swallow, indecision plain on her face.

“Well, rest assured I am not going to touch you like that, not even if you beg me.” I pause and let that information sink in before I continue. “Do you want to play this game?” I hold them up. “You can always take them out if it’s too much.”

Her eyes darken and a small, wicked smile teases her lips. “Okay,” she says.

And once again I’m reminded that Anastasia Steele is not a woman to back away from a challenge.

I spy the Louboutins on the floor. “Good girl. Come here, and I’ll put them in once you’ve put your shoes on.”

Ana in fine lingerie and Louboutins—all my dreams are coming true.

I hold out my hand to help her into her shoes. She steps into them, and turns from elfin and gamine to tall and willowy.

She’s gorgeous.

Man, what they do for her legs.

I lead her to the bedside and fetch the bedroom chair and place it in front of her.

“When I nod, you bend down and hold on to the chair. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now open your mouth.”

She does, and I slide my index finger between her lips.

“Suck,” I order. She clasps my hand, and, with a lustful glance at me, she does exactly as I ask.

Christ.

Her look is scorching. Wanton. Unwavering. And her tongue teases and pulls at my finger.

I might as well have my cock in her mouth.