Fifty Shades Of Grey: My Years With Elena *Warning - Explicit Content*


'Picture this, an adolescent boy looking to earn some extra money so he can continue his secret drinking habit. So, I was in the backyard at the Lincolns', clearing some rubble and trash from the extension Mr. Lincoln had just added to their place. Elena - Mrs. Lincoln appeared out of nowhere and brought me some lemonade. I made some smart-ass remark...and she slapped me. She slapped me so hard. She then seduced me and I became her submissive for six years.'

And this is my account of what happened.



September 1999

The heat is stifling. Sweat is pouring down my back and into my eyes. My hot, gritty, sand-filled eyes. I push my way forwards across the scorching desert, but I begin to slowly sink into the burning sand.


Help me...Please...

My feet and arms are leaden, getting smothered in hot, blistering sand...


Oh God...Mia? Mia...get help please...I'm sinking...


"MIA!" I scream, but it only comes out as a painful rasp. I swallow and it's like my throat is full of broken glass.

What's happening to me..?

I go to open my eyes, but they are raw and dry, so I keep them firmly closed.

"Mia..." I croak as two cool, familiar hands grasp my face.

"Jeez,'re burning up!" She cries. She lets go of me and I feel my bedside lamp flick on and light my face. I groan and it burns my throat. I still can't open my eyes.

"Oh God...I'm getting mom!" I hear her scramble out and moments later my main bedroom light comes on, making me wince.

"Christian! Oh my poor darling..."

The next few weeks pass by in a blur. Mom drove me to hospital in the middle of the night and I was rushed into the ER with one of the worst cases of strep throat they had ever seen. I drifted in and out of consciousness - one day passing seamlessly into another as my body then developed acute glandular fever. After almost two weeks, I was finally allowed home, on strict bed-rest whilst mom and Mia watched me like hawks. Dad would come and sit with me whenever he could and we'd shoot the breeze and play chess, and Elliot...well he's been smuggling in cold beers (and much to my embarrassment and hidden joy) a couple of his old porn mags. He said once I fully recovered it was high time for me to hit the town and get laid...

The cause of my illness is a bit of a mystery. Apparently it's only transmitted via saliva and I'd had a text from Elena saying she'd been thoroughly checked out and she was clear. As she's the only person I had shared saliva with, then it wasn't via her. Mom said I could have been coughed or sneezed on by someone who was infected and I do have a vague recollection of a little shit coughing in my face on the mall escalators...

After the freak storms that hit Seattle recently, today dawned humid but bright and sunny and felt like the first proper day of autumn. I'd spent the last couple of days going through my music collections and downloading tracks to my MP3 player. Suffering from cabin fever and sexual frustration, I decide to take my MP3 and my new Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban book and go sit outside in the sun. Maybe mom will even let me go for an unsupervised walk.

Maybe I could even text Elena and see if she is free for a quick rendezvous...

I put my headphones in, clip the MP3 player to the waistband of my shorts and head downstairs to look for mom. A wonderful aria that Elena introduced me to recently, blasts merrily through my ears, lifting my spirits. It brings back happy memories of a recent steamy session. I never would have guessed I'd enjoy giving Elena orgasms almost as much as I enjoyed receiving them from her. I'm still struggling with being touched and haven't yet mustered the confidence to take my tank top off in front of Elena, but she understands my limits and respects my boundaries. I trust her implicitly and can relax, knowing she won't cross any boundary or push me too hard. We are getting closer and closer and have recently began getting each other off by rubbing intimately against one other. I think the technical term is 'dry humping'.

Whatever it's called, it's fucking awesome...

I still feel annoyingly weak and despite my best efforts to follow doctors' orders and rest, the lingering fatigue has meant I haven't been able to get back into the gym. Bastille came to see me and brought me the Jean-Claude Van-Damme DVD box set - but warned me he wouldn't entertain training me again for at least another month. The longer it takes for me to fully recover, the longer it will be before I have a valid excuse to go to the gym and see Elena again. It's been really crappy just exchanging a few sneaky texts. Sighing sadly, I walk into the family room in search of mom.


Mom is sat with her back to the door - immaculate as always in a caramel velour lounge suit - and in the opposite chair, calmly sipping coffee... Elena.

Her ice-blue eyes light up as she sees me and she beams. I stand there stunned, drinking her in, then realise mom has turned and is talking to me. I hurriedly rip my earphones out, wincing slightly and pause the aria.

"Hello darling. Nice to see you up and about at this time." She pats the sofa and I slip in next to her, pecking her proffered cheek reverently.

"How are you feeling, Christian?" Elena smiles at me, head cocked slightly to the side and I feel my pulse quicken.

She's fucking doing that on purpose! Why the hell didn't she text and warn me she was coming over?

"A bit better thanks, Mrs. Lincoln." I mumble, praying I don't start blushing in front of mom.

Or getting hard...

"Oh Christian," she chides gently. "I think we can stop with the formalities now. Please just call me Elena."

I nod - thinking of the many times I have not only called her Elena, but shrieked it as I've come violently into her gorgeous mouth...


I shift slightly in my seat and her lips twitch. I know she's also thinking the same thing...

"So, as I was saying Elena, he's still not recovering as quickly as we'd hoped. He had a very severe case as you know and what he really needs is some decent dry heat and sunshine. Seattle's so humid and wet at the moment, it's not helping."

Elena suddenly sits upright - as if she's just had a bolt of electricity shoot through her amazingly hot body.

"Grace!" She exclaims excitedly. "I may have the answer!"


Mom and I simultaneously raise our eyebrows at her in surprise. She is now almost bouncing in her seat.

"Linc and I bought a holiday home in Malta recently. We hire it out, but it's unoccupied at the moment. I had a recent phone call from one of the neighbours saying they'd had a terrible storm on the islands and our property had definitely suffered superficial damage, but they didn't know if there had been any problems within the property." She pauses to catch her breath. "I've been trying to persuade Linc to go and have a look at it and we could have a little sunshine break at the same time, but he's just snowed under at the moment. He's landed a major contract in Dallas and just can't spare the time." She pauses for breath again. "I was thinking of heading out myself and finding a local handyman before we end up with serious problems," she looks at me directly. "Would you like to come with me, Christian? It's still 70 degrees over there - plenty of dry heat and sunshine. The villa has a pool and decking and the island is renowned for its fresh produce. It might be just what you need. We can stay for a week - if you want to...and its okay with you, Grace?"

I stare at her dumbfounded.

Has she seriously just asked me to go away with her, right in front of my mom?

Mom takes a deep breath. "That's an awfully generous offer, Elena. Are you sure he wouldn't be in the way?"

Jeez mom...

Elena shakes her elegant head - her blonde hair glinting in the sunshine streaming through the windows. "Not in the slightest. I'd be glad of the company. Malta is steeped in history - it has one of the best preserved Neolithic temples in the world - and Christian would learn so much. And I promise you, I'd take excellent care of him."


I shift in my seat again.

"Well I'd have to discuss it with Cary, but if he's happy, then I can't see any reason why he couldn't go." Mom turns to me. "Would you like to go, Christian?"


"Why Malta?"

We have flown over the Atlantic and just changed planes at London, Heathrow. Having excitedly been looking forward to this trip for the past five days, I then annoying manage to sleep through most of the eight hour Trans-Atlantic flight - the excitement finally catching up with me. In the brief moments I WAS awake, I was delighted to find Elena's hand surreptitiously in mine under my blanket, as we travelled in First Class comfort. She slept for a while too and looked so damn sexy wearing the airline mask, I nearly jumped her. I have tucked my mask into my jeans pocket. I have plans for that at some point. We left grey, miserable London twenty minutes ago and the 'unbuckle seatbelt' sign has just gone off.

Elena smiles softly and looks wistful. "Linc originally bought a ramshackle old barn by Lake Como, in the Lombardy region of Italy. He got it at a knock-down price then took a couple of years to refit it all and make it into a holiday home for us. We holidayed there for a good few years, then the area became popular with the rich and famous - George Clooney practically lived there - and Linc being Linc, saw a business opportunity..."

"He sold it to the highest bidder didn't he?"

Bastard. That's exactly what I would have done...

Elena nods sadly. "I had no idea. He just breezed downstairs one morning and announced he'd just sold it and trebled what he'd put into it. He expected me to jump for joy, when in fact, I was livid. I loved that house."

"Did you make him pay?" I ask with a mischievous grin.

She beams wickedly. "Oh yes. At the time he was still overly reliant on me for all his admin, organisation, social I slowed right down. Drove him nuts." She looks sideways at me and then lowers her lips to my ear. "But it was the sex ban that really pushed him over the edge."

I choke on my fresh orange juice.

Holy shit! A sex ban!

I clear my throat. "I can see why THAT would have made him think twice!"

"Well, the S.O.B had been adamant he was investing the profits back into the business. I said if he did that, I'd quit. It may have been petulant, but I wanted him to understand the least he could have done, was consult me before selling. I put my heart and soul into making it a home and no sooner did I do that..."

"...He sold it from under you."

"Exactly." She takes a sip of coffee. "So the next thing, he's hurriedly whisking me away for a surprise tour of Southern Italy to look at properties we can use for a new holiday home. It was when we were going round Sicily and the large market at Catania, that we saw an advertisement for a weekend trip to Malta via Catamaran. As we were in an explorative kind of mood we thought we'd go and see what it was like."

I nod. "And you obviously liked what you saw?"

Elena beams. "Oh my God, instantly! The island was stunning - steeped in history, with bustling mini-cities, quiet little villages and beautiful beaches and scenery. And the added bonus that most of the locals spoke English! It made it so much easier and they have to be, by far, the friendliest people on the planet! They couldn't do enough for us. It made such a nice change from Italy where none of them spoke good English and they were wary of foreigners."

I blow out my cheeks. " you'd stumbled across a hidden gem?"

"Oh absolutely. Despite travelling throughout most of Italy and seeing numerous properties, none of them had grabbed me. Linc grumbled about me holding a grudge, but I honestly wasn't. As soon as we came across this property in Mellieha, I knew it was the one - much to Linc's relief."

"Had he got sick of trying to make it up to you?" I laugh.

She grins. "I think by then we were both sick of it! Thankfully the property was perfect, hardly needed anything doing to it and of course Linc negotiated a bargain price. I can't wait for you to see it."

I squeeze her hand under my blanket, as it furtively brushes against the lump in my jeans. "Believe me, neither can I..."


"Thank you so much, Tony."

"No problem, Mrs. Lincoln. George is good man. He do good job. Is nice to see you again. Hope you and your friend have nice time."

The kindly tanned man in his late fifties, smiles at us as he leaves the house and then makes his way back to his property further down the road.

"You were right about the locals, Elena. Are they really all like him?" I ask in wonder as I shut the front door.

Elena beams. "The ones I've met certainly are. Now Tony's given me the number of a reliable handyman I can get the repairs to the roof organised. Thankfully, the water didn't leak through."

"Yeah and I can't believe he even brought round a basket of fresh food! That was so thoughtful and that bread looks amazing!"

"Oh it is! Just wait till you try it." She smirks naughtily. "But first, I fancy a dip in the pool."

Oh hell yeah...

Smiling happily, I take her hand and lead her out onto the patio. The villa is one storey, built at right angles - all white limestone and terracotta tiles. The patio doors lead straight onto the sandstone-tiled, pool area which has a breathtaking panoramic view of the stunning Mellieha bay, and the azure Mediterranean. We'd had the foresight to put our swimwear on under our clothes, so for me it was just a case of slipping off my jeans and sneakers. Sadly, I still have to keep my tank top on.

"Last one in is making the sandwiches!" I call out and take a running dive into the pool, purposely hitting the water like a starfish for maximum splash-back. I go under and swim till I reach the far wall.

Oh Christ...that feels so damn good...

After my debilitating illness and consequent 'imprisonment', I'm finally feeling like my wings have grown again. I push up out of the water and take in a lungful of warm Mediterranean air.

"You'll pay for that."

I spin in the water and find my beautiful, but splashed Domme, elegantly descending down the steps into the pool, wearing a sexy black bikini. Grinning, I take off towards her, doing a speedy front-crawl. I catch her up and haul her into my arms, kissing her wildly. She grabs onto my hair and returns the kiss, deepening it with hot, wet kisses of her own.

I pull off her breathlessly. "I look forward to it."

She smirks at me then frowns. "In all seriousness Christian, you are still recovering from a major illness. Do I want to tie you up, beat the crap out of you and work you into a frenzy, until you come all over me? Of course. Doesn't mean I will though."

I gasp as I feel myself growing hard at her words. It's been almost a month since I last shot my load over her golden thighs and my balls are growing heavier by the day.

"You must be desperate to come." She whispers as she slips a hand between us and rubs against the front of my trunks.

Oh have no idea...

I groan as her hand connects with my stiffening cock and she grasps me firmly. She pulls down and up slowly, her eyes not leaving mine.

"Swim over to the side," she breathes.

I let go of her and we swim across.

"Put your back against the tiles," she instructs. You're still weak and I need you to be supported. "

I nod, hating the fact that she is totally right. I hope to God this little break truly recharges my batteries. She stands in front of me then gives a sharp tug on my trunks, freeing me. She grasps me again, under the water.

"How badly do you want to come, Christian?"

More than my next breath...

"Really badly..." I groan.

She begins to rhythmically pump me with strong slow strokes.

AHHH...Christ...that feels...Mmm

I squeeze my eyes closed as I grip the warm tiles either side of me, the late afternoon sun beating down on us.

"Open your eyes," she hisses.

Reluctantly, I do so and find her glimmering eyes - the ice-blue colour even more spectacular, as the shimmering pool water reflects in them.

"Do you want to fuck me, Christian?" She whispers suddenly.


"Of...of course I do. More than anything." I pant.

She stops her pleasure inducing strokes. "Take your tank top off and you can."

I feel all the breath leave my body as I stare at her in shock. She grips me harder and begins to stroke me again.

"Do you trust me?"

I nod, my throat tight.

"And do you believe I would never intentionally hurt you?"

"Yes." I whisper.

"And you know I am only doing this to help you move forwards and to for you to be able to fully submit to me?"


Doesn't make it any easier though...

"Good." She increases the pressure and speed on my cock making me groan again.

"Whatever lies under your tank top will not make the slightest difference to me. I adore you, Christian - and that includes any scars, warts, or extra nipples you may have."

Warts and extra nipples? What the fuck!

"You won't touch me?" I plead through gritted teeth.

"No." She says firmly with a shake of her head. She increases the pressure but slows right down - her hand descending at an achingly slow pace, her eyes boring into mine.

"Do it," she whispers softly. "I've got you. Nothing bad is going to happen my darling, I promise."

I stare fearfully at her.

Shit...this is it. This really is it. Everything hinges on my next move. I either take a chance, or prolong my torment till the next opportunity. Will there even BE another opportunity like this - where we are completely alone in our little private haven with just the buzzing crickets for company?

"Just focus on my eyes and keep breathing, Christian. It's just you and me. No one else within a hundred yard radius. I'm here. I've got you. Just take it slow."

I swallow nervously, my breath coming in short, sharp pants.

SHIT. Can I actually do this?








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