We have ranked all the best scenes of the Fifty Shades movies that’ll help you look through the most memorable ones every time you want to rekindle with your naughty side.
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And that is why we are here to make things easier for you if you ever want to look back at this series all over again. A lot of the scenes made us swoon over the chemistry of the couple while some, however, did give us second thoughts about what we were watching. "It's a pointless relationship that never leads anywhere." He hisses, clenching his cup.Don’t get me wrong, the sex scenes were mostly great. "I don't do the flowers and chocolate shit." He says, taking a sip. "Yes." He answers, placing the cup in front of me before sitting beside me on the stool. Wanting to control his lover, making sure he had the upper hand in every situation. Yet, behind closed doors, he was a wild animal. He was like a normal businessman that owned a billion dollar company at the age of 31. He looks so stiff and proper all the time, never doing anything out of the box. I wait, wondering why and how Christian became like this. He doesn't say anything or answer my question while he does this. Christian sighs, filling my glass with red wine. "If I don't agree to this type of relationship, is this the end?" I ask, biting my lip. I follow suit, ignoring the sexual shiver that ran down my spine as thoughts of what Christian would do to me in this room floated in my head. Christian's jaw tenses before nodding and turning around to the door. "Can we leave? I don't feel comfortable." I say, rubbing my hands along my arms. If you sign the contract, then you will be mine." He whispers, his eyes becoming darker. Everything I want to do to you, you will receive great pleasure from it. "I want you to pleasure me in all things. I knew the basic relationship, what it meant but not what would come with it. I read the whole article, Wikipedia gave well informed information. I overheard some models talking about a dominate, I searched it up." I explain. "Have you been in a relationship like this before?" His lips became a thin line. "You seek pleasure from a submissive." I say, licking my lips.Ĭhristian raises his eyebrow. I looked up the word, and found information that was too much for someone like me. Like the saying says, curiosity killed the cat. I remember one day a few months back, I overheard one of the female models talking about how they wished to be dominated. "A dominate." I taste the word on my lips. "No, I'm a dominate." A mischievous glint passes his eyes.
Are you a sadist?" I whisper, looking at him. Yet, standing here in a room that looks like torture, I didn't feel scared. He was gifted with the looks of an angel, but stained with the marks of the devil. There was no way a man so perfect like him could be a saint. "Say something," he whispers behind me, his breath fanning my neck. The whole room is red, the red room of pain. I stand before the red bed, which is also made of leather and silk.
I purse my lips and continue walking farther in. "That's a flogger," Christian explains, speaking for the first time after coming in. It's cool texture sends a shiver down my spine. Reaching out, I press my fingertips against it. Up front, lined up nicely with equal distance, was black handles, all made of black leather, that held many smaller spaghetti straps. I walk in further into the room, looking at everything that seemed like equipment for torture.