Prepare to blush like Christian Grey's "Red Room."
So how has 50 Shades Darker evolved from the original 50 Shades? The Cinderella storyline and spanking continues, but Christian Grey the sadist has softened considerably in the five days since Anastasia ran away from his “Red Room of Pain” at the end of the first book.
It’s not long before she’s back in his clutches and, Holy cow! — her “inner goddess” is acting out in all sorts of psychologically and physically implausible ways.
Desire runs through her veins, pools in her groin, and races through her bloodstream during foreplay, but it’s clear that what she’s really getting off on is their increasingly lovey-dovey relationship.
Christian doesn’t even attempt to spank her — let alone pull out the nipple clamps and ball gags — until almost halfway through the book.
Deprived of the racier BDSM scenes, the reader learns more about Christian’s dark past (hence the book’s title): his crack-whore mother; the “Mrs. Robinson” figure who turned him into a masochist; his former “Submissive.”
These revelations are peppered with explicit sex scenes, but there’s more “gentle, sweet lovemaking” than in 50 Shades of Grey. The fetishistic Cinderella plot takes center stage, with Christian buying Anastasia Cartier earrings and an iPad filled with her favorite 19th-century, romantic literature.
He escorts her to masquerade parties, takes her sailing on his yacht, force-feeds her oysters. Without giving too much away, there are several instances of borderline role-reversal between the “Dominant and the Submissive.” But even when Anastasia’s giving sexual orders, she’s still the same tiresomely prude good girl we remember from book one, only now she’s more comfortable playing at being bad.
Below, the most “Jamesian” passages from 50 Shades Darker, the second book in her Grey series.
Anastasia’s still scared of Christian’s ‘Red Room of Pain,’ but she wants his ‘kinky fuckery.’
“Do you want a regular vanilla relationship with no kinky fuckery at all?” My mouth drops open.
“Kinky fuckery?” I squeak … My inner goddess is down on bended knee with her hands clasped in supplication begging me. "I like your kinky fuckery,” I whisper.
‘Kinky fuckery’ includes food during foreplay and rough sex.
[Christian] trails a spoonful of ice cream down the center of my body, across my stomach, and into my navel … He kisses each of my breasts and sucks each of my nipples hard, then follows the line of ice cream down my body, sucking and licking as he goes … ‘This way,’ he murmurs and abruptly is inside me … He leans over, releases my hands, and pulls me upright so I am practically sitting on him … He nuzzles my neck, biting down, as he flexes his hips, deliciously slowly, filling me again and again. He smiles against my neck, and his fingers curl around my jaw and throat, holding me fast for a moment.”
Anastasia wishes she didn’t want someone so badly who is ‘crazy with a capital K.’
“Why, oh why have I fallen for someone who is plain crazy — beautiful, sexy as fuck, richer than Croesus, and crazy with a capital K?”
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