Alle Kapitel von PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE: Kapitel 191 – Kapitel 196

Her wrists went behind the chair back, bound to the wooden spindles with the cotton rope they now kept in the kitchen drawer between the takeout menus and the spare batteries. Her ankles were tied to the front legs, spread wide enough that the inside of her thighs felt the cool air. The overhead kitchen light was on — the bright functional one, not the soft lamp kind — and there was nothing romantic or dim about it. It was just light. Ordinary light falling on extraordinary things.Ryan knelt on the hard kitchen floor in front of her without hesitating about his knees and buried his face between her thighs like he had all the time in the world. His hands pressed flat against her inner thighs, holding them open, holding her still against the chair. She grabbed the rope at her wrists and held on.At the other end of the table Lucas stood close to her face, his hand resting light on her cheek, tilting her head back to the angle he wanted. She took him in and breathed through her nose and

"There is a bus," he said carefully, "but it stops running at nine. It is now — " another look at the clock — "eight forty-seven."I kept staring.He had the grace not to smile."There is a hotel in Praiano," he said, "ten minutes down the road. I can call them.""Yes," I said. "Please. That would be — yes."He called. He spoke. He listened. He hung up."Full," he said. He said it with genuine apology in his face, like it was his fault. "There is a festival this week in Praiano. Every room."I picked up my spritz and took a long slow sip."Okay," I said."There is another — further, in Positano — ""It's fine," I said. And then, because I was tired and my bag was gone and I was sitting in a bar in a town I'd never heard of with a dying phone and no charger and the sky outside had gone fully dark, I laughed. A real one, a slightly helpless one. "It's completely fine. This is fine."Marco looked at me for a moment with those dark steady eyes.Then he smiled. A real one this time, slow a

The room looked different with both of us in it.He closed the door behind him and the sound of the sea through the open window seemed louder now, filling the room, unhurried and constant. The lamp on the nightstand threw its small warm circle of gold across the white bed and the white walls. He stood in the middle of the room and looked at me and I looked back at him and neither of us was in a hurry.He came to me slowly and put his hands on my face again — both of them this time, cradling my jaw, his thumbs moving along my cheekbones in slow strokes like he was memorizing the shape of me. He kissed my forehead. My temple. The corner of my eye. My cheek. All before my mouth — taking his time getting there, pressing his lips to each place softly, thoroughly. I stood with my eyes closed and my hands loose at my sides and just let him."You are very beautiful," he said quietly, against the side of my face. Not like a line. Just like a fact he was noting.I reached up and started on the