Chapter 15. I have written about this book way more than I intended. Just sayin’.
Grey comes over with champagne. They argue over the books; he remarks on the quote. She asks him to go easy on her. So she should accept the books, because as a sub that’s what you do. Maybe she’ll give them to a charity auction. This disappoints him. She needs to get used to the fact that he will buy her things, because he’s rich and it’s his money and he can do what he wants with it, so there. I see, he’s not hearts and flowers, just fancy material possessions, which is what he considers you now. It doesn’t make you a whore, because you’re already a slave!
Stupid banter ensues. They drink champagne. He doesn’t seem happy about his brother hooking up with Kate. He asks her if she’s eaten; she’s sarcastic, and he tells her that next time, that warrants a spanking.
They begin to go over soft limits. He convinces her to try anal one time. She doesn’t understand how he would know how it feels if he’s never been with a man. She doesn’t know what “other” would be under toys. He laughs at her naivete, which annoys her. She keeps drinking, and it seems like she’s had about three glasses by this point, but he’s not cutting her off. Anyway, he explains what a spreader bar is, and she’s worried about gags.
And then – color me shocked – an insightful question from Ana! “Do you like tying your submissives up so they can’t touch you?” It’s one reason, apparently. He doesn’t want to talk about that, though; he wants to talk pain instead. She has no experience. They can “work up to” caning. And, he’s willing to try “more,” as in, regular boyfriend stuff, maybe one night a week. There you go, and you can work up to more, fucker! The condition is that she has to accept her graduation present – a new car! And she’s angry. She can’t and won’t be gracious. Cars don’t grow on trees, bitch. He’s rich, and besides, consider this trying to be “normal” – for a well-off guy. She finally grudgingly accepts it as a loan, and thanks him, calling him “sir.” He’s angry and begins to maul her, so they go inside. He is really rough on her nipples, man. Again, kneading dough is acceptable, kneading breasts is not. Apparently, if he keeps his shirt on, literally, she can touch him. He makes her undress him, and tells her she’s in charge. “Holy Moses” and here we are, the magical BJ queen, who is good at this again, only her second time out; but that’s not the way he wants this to end. He coaxes her atop him, and oh, my, oh, my, oh, yawn.