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

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'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.

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5. CHAPTER FIVE

February 1999

 

"Ahhh...Ahhh..."

"Hold on, Christian!" Her voice urges me.

"I...CAN'T..." I cry with an agonised groan.

"Yes. You. Can. Focus on the music." She instructs, tightly.

OH...CHRIST....

I grit my teeth and try to concentrate on the music. I can't believe how much I now enjoy classical music, thanks to Elena playing it in here all the time. I've heard this Thomas Tallis piece a few times. It's stuck in my mind because it's called sperm or something...

Oh crap...shouldn't have thought of sperm...

"Elena..." I desperately plead.

"Nearly there," I hear her pant. "Fifty seven, fifty eight, fifty nine...NOW!"

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!"

I explode violently, as she continues to flick the flat end of the riding crop up and down my hard length. It extends my orgasm further, as my body writhes on the satin sheets of the bed - my wrists and ankles bound by silk scarves.

I am lost in a storm of desire as my gut twists, my balls clench tightly and I continue to surge explosively. I can feel Elena has turned the crop around, as she now uses the tip to circle my pulsating head, in slow, deliberate rotations, matching my spiralling descent from my climax. The crop then slowly slides down my shaft and it begins to move steadily upwards over my abdomen and chest. I can feel it dragging through the thin fabric of my tank top and I automatically tense. Elena immediately lifts the crop, then her hands are either side of my jaw and she kisses me long and hard. Her fingers move gently upwards and she shifts the silk scarf off my eyes. I blink up into her gorgeous flushed face, sparkling blue eyes and parted ruby red lips.

"Well done Christian. You lasted for one whole minute for the first time." She breathes huskily, smiling down at me.

I beam proudly and she laughs as she unties the scarf from the wrist nearest to her. As she leans across to my other wrist, I push up against the bed, nuzzle her breasts and inhale deeply. They are spectacularly trussed up in a black satin basque. She automatically goes to slap me, but her eyes soften at the last second and she smirks.

"I'll let you have that one - to celebrate your first sixty seconds."

Wow...what would she let me do to her if I lasted for TWO minutes? Would she let me touch her? Would she take more of her clothes off? I dream of seeing her naked breasts, practically every time I breathe...

I sit up and shake the life back into my arms as she undoes my ankles and brings my legs together. I rub the numbness away from those too, as I watch Elena sashay over to the dresser, retrieve a bottle of Sancerre out of the ice-bucket and fill two wine glasses. I wipe myself clean with baby wipes and put my Calvin Klein's back on, as I drink her in - every sexy inch of her - clad in a black satin basque, black stockings, suspenders and black patent stilettoes.

"What's this Tallis piece called again?" I ask as she saunters back over to the bed.

"It's the Forty Part Motet," she says handing me a glass. "Also known as Spem In Alium."

I stifle a snigger as I take a good slug of the delicious cold wine.

Who knew I would grow to like wine so much? Sancerre has become my drink of choice now. It's certainly kinder on the throat than the Bourbon was. I do only drink it here though. As far as my parents are aware, I don't touch liquor...

She sits down on the bed next to me. "Your control is developing well, Christian. You've made tremendous progress - especially when you consider six months ago you could barely make it past the ten second mark!"

I feel a blush heat my cheeks.

Yeah, that was pretty lame...

She leans in and places a gentle kiss on my inflamed cheek. "How's the kickboxing going?" She asks, taking a sip of wine.

I smile. "Yeah, good thanks. It was a great suggestion. I've been pummelling the shit out of the practice dummy, so Claude is going to start training me to spar with a partner."

"God help the poor soul he puts you with!" She laughs.

I grin. "Yeah...Claude has warned me there's a huge difference between sparring and fighting. If he sees me fighting, he'll put me on my ass."

She arches a perfect eyebrow. "And ARE you going to behave yourself?"

"I'd better; he's an ex-Olympic contender! He'd beat the crap out of me!"

"Well he obviously knows what he's doing. Your stamina has improved and your body is changing shape."

I smile and putting my glass down, I lift my arms up, pulling them into a front double biceps pose. "You like?" I ask as seductively as I can.

"Very much," she purrs, running a perfectly manicured red nail along one of my biceps and I feel it respond in my groin. "I bet your torso is also getting more defined."

My arms drop quickly to my sides and I swallow nervously.

No...No...Please...Not yet...

Elena jumps off the bed, throwing her empty wine glass onto the sheets. She stands in front of me, grabs either side of my face and holds it firmly.

"Oh Christian, I'm so sorry. I was just passing comment. I didn't mean anything by it, I swear." She cradles my head and strokes my hair.

"I'm sorry," I mumble past a lump in my throat. "I'm not ready..."

FUCK! She's going to think I'm such a loser...

She tilts my head back a little and her eyes find mine. "Oh Christian, please don't apologise. I know what awful things you went through. You have nothing to be sorry about. None of it was your fault."

I close my eyes.

But it must have been. I MUST have done something wrong.

"She didn't love me," I whisper. "Otherwise she would have protected me...She wouldn't have left me with..." I choke on unshed tears.

She strokes my scalp with her fingernails. "She must have had a whole heap of issues Christian - all dulled by her addiction to crack." She murmurs gently. "I'm not excusing what she did, but I would imagine she'd lost all sense of reality a long time ago."

I open my eyes as a wave of despair creeps over me.

"Doesn't your shrink go through all this with you?" she softly asks.

I immediately bristle and she let's go of my head. "He's a total jerk. An overpaid, unhelpful asshole with the bedside manner of Charles Manson."

She gasps. "Have you told Carrick and Grace he doesn't help you?"

"Yeah, all the time. They just think I'm being difficult and trying to get out of going to see him."

She takes a deep, authoritative breath. "You leave that with me. My friend Audrey from Tennis Club, was only telling me recently about this young British shrink she'd found, who'd helped her son when he went through a really rebellious phase. She said he got him right back on track, but he's so good, he doesn't want to stop seeing him. Apparently he really helped turn his life around."

"God Elena, I would give anything to change shrinks. You have no idea how Goddamn irritating he is."

She smiles reassuringly. "I'll get the number off Audrey and then give Grace a call."

A huge wave of gratitude washes over me and before I can check myself, I throw my arms around her waist and hug her.

"Did you just touch me without my permission?" She suddenly snarls.

OH...SHIT...

I immediately let go and look apologetically at her.

She glares at me with ice-cold eyes, her hands on her hips, and her amazing chest rising and falling in front of my eyes.

"What happens to boys that don't obey the rules, Christian?"

I drop my head and stare at the floor.

"They get punished," I whisper.

"Take your boxers off and kneel on the bed. Head down, arms stretched out in front of you." She snaps.

I'm swift to comply, my head scrambling.

FUCK...What is she going to do to me?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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