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.



June 18th 1999


"Happy birthday dear Christian...Happy birthday to you!" Mia bellows at the top of her lungs, as she hangs off my arm.

"Has she stopped singing yet? My ears are ringing so much I can't tell." Elliot grumbles.

Mia pokes her tongue out at him and I beam indulgently down at her.

God, I adore every beautiful, caring, annoying inch of her. She'll soon be a teenager and she is blossoming before my very eyes. Boys are going to be following her in their droves...

...But not if I break their legs first...

"Make a wish and blow out your candles, darling."

I grin towards mom where she is standing to my left with my dad. I've never been overly fond of celebrating my birthday. I have a clear memory of the crack whore making a chocolate cake with three candles blazing on it. It is pretty much the only happy memory I have of that time. But I can't look back fondly on it. It was also the same day that bastard pimp had flown into a rage - as she hadn't been turning tricks because it was my birthday. He'd bust into the room we lived in, belted her hard across the face and she'd screamed and bolted out of the door - leaving me behind. But instead of chasing after her, he locked the door, lit a cigarette from my still burning birthday candles and made sure I never wanted to celebrate my birthday ever again...

"Make a wish!" Mia squeals, squeezing my arm and bringing me out of my harrowing reverie like only she can. "Your candles are melting!"

I take a deep breath. What a difference a year makes. This time last year I wished I could make dad and Elliot disappear - along with my recurrent nightmares - and to get a lifetimes supply of porn and booze. This year I only have one wish.

To have sex with Elena.

As it's my sixteenth birthday, I am now legally able to have sex and I cannot fucking wait to lose my virginity with her. She text me a happy birthday message earlier and told me she had a big birthday surprise waiting for me at the house - as soon as I could slip away...

Smiling to myself, I close my eyes, picture her amazing tits and blow out my candles.




"Christian! Hap..."

It's as far as she gets before I grab her face and kiss her wildly, pinning her with my body to the hallway wall and kicking her front door closed with my foot. It is early evening and far too many hours have gone by since her text this morning. I'd consented to an all-singing and dancing family birthday lunch, under the condition they would let me out in the evening to meet up with some friends from high school. I even promised I'd be home and sober by 11pm! Dad hadn't looked convinced and dipshit Elliot had actually laughed out loud. This from the manwhore who creeps in at two in the morning and sneaks girls in via the French doors in the family room. He thinks he's being clever, but I know all about his sordid little trysts. Mom has long, thick velvet curtains in the family room and I've hidden there totally undetected, watching them fuck like some sick voyeur. I have enough evidence recorded onto my Camcorder to totally blast him out of the water, if he really pisses me off.

I break the kiss, grab her hand and head for the stairs, breathing hard as desire pulses through me.

But she suddenly stops in her tracks and yanks my hand back, breaking my hold on her.

"Christian! STOP! We are not going upstairs!" She pants breathlessly.


I turn and frown at her. "But you said...I thought I had a big surprise waiting for me," I whine, and I'm aware that I sound like a child who was promised a Gameboy and got a jigsaw instead.

"I do have a big surprise for you. But you won't find it upstairs."

She takes my hand again and leads me into the kitchen. On the island are five, pale blue silk scarves.

"I need to blindfold you for the first part of your surprise." She says huskily as she takes one of the scarves.

"Mmmm...Are we going to play in the kitchen?" I ask just as huskily as I bend forwards towards her.

This is getting interesting...

"Not this time," she whispers as she disappears from view, places a gentle kiss on my neck and ties the scarf firmly at the back of my head.

"Don't let go of my hand, Christian." She instructs as she grasps it firmly. "I will guide you to where we need to go, so you must listen and trust me."

"I do trust you, Elena." I say reassuringly.

"Good boy."

She leads me along and I desperately try to mentally guess in which direction we are going. I hear her turn a lock and then feel the sun warm my skin and I know we are outside. I hear the click of the lock again and then we are moving away. As my mind scrambles trying to guess what kind of surprise would be outside, I feel Elena stop. She gently lets go of my hand.

"Take the scarf off, Christian."

At last!

I eagerly push the scarf off my eyes and blink rapidly, as my eyes adjust to the light. The sun is just starting to set and the sky is a mix of opalescent blues and oranges.


We are standing outside the new extension and I stare at the large, solid oak door that has a huge pale blue ribbon and massive bow wrapped around it.

"Happy Birthday," she whispers.

Okay...I'm seriously confused.

"Sorry Elena...I don't understand. Is my present the extension?"

I can't hide the disappointment out of my voice. This makes no sense whatsoever.

Smiling she hands me a key to the door. "Open it and find out," she drawls huskily.

Sighing inwardly, I turn the key in the lock, push the door open and step inside.


I am standing in a fully equipped, state of the art, mini gym with benches, weights, a rowing machine, treadmill, exercise bike and an area towards the back that contains a punch bag hanging from the ceiling and a training dummy. There are wooden doors at the back walls which I assume are changing rooms and maybe showers...

"You're giving me a gym?" I ask in wonder.

It's very sweet and everything...but SO not what I wanted!

Elena takes the key out of the lock, pushes the door closed and locks it from the inside, as I take a proper look around. The paintwork is all pale blue as are all the fixtures and fittings, including the weights, the towels, the mats and the training dummy and punch bag. The walls I used to sit on when I took a break from moving rubble, now slope upwards to a high triangular ceiling which is dotted with sky lights that let the setting sun through, bathing everywhere in a soft light. There are long, narrow, rectangular windows at intervals along all the walls which give a 360 degree view of the grounds and the back of the house. It is very soothing, serene and almost church-like in design.

Elena comes and stands in front of me and places her hands gently on my shoulders.

"I'm giving us the gym," she begins softly, "I'm giving you a valid excuse to come over whenever you want and giving me the opportunity to keep fit. I hate working out at the tennis club with all the bitchy, bored trophy wives. This way you can come over to use the gym and we get to spend quality time together, with a plausible reason."

It takes a couple of moments for her words to sink in and the enormity of what she has done for me.

"So I can come in here whenever I want?" I ask as my face begins to break out into a smile.

"Of course!" She beams. "I had originally wanted the extension so I had my own separate space to pursue some new hobbies. I was planning in enrolling at college and learning new skills - sewing, crafts..."

"Somehow, I can't imagine you as the Martha Stewart type!" I interrupt with a laugh.

"...But then I met you and my priorities changed." She continues. "As much as I've loved having you in my bedroom, it was starting to get risky and as for sneaking around at Tennis Club these past few weeks...I had to think fast. That's when I came up with turning the space from a creative workshop into a gym."

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate that Elena." I begin softly. "No one has ever done anything like this for me before. But I feel bad that I messed up your original plans."

She shrugs. "Oh the best laid plans..." she sighs wistfully. "I was in my final year at Beauty School when I met Linc at a friend's wedding. He was five years older than me, but was just starting to build his empire. He literally swept me off my feet. He can be very charming when he wants to be."

I try not bristle at the thought of her with another man, but fail miserably.

I want to rip his fucking head off...

"It was a whirlwind romance," she continues, seemingly oblivious to my anger. "We were engaged after six weeks and married as soon as I qualified from beauty school. I never got to pursue my career, as Linc's business really took off and he needed my help with the paperwork and accounts. I also held the fort whilst he went out - securing contracts and building up his workforce." She takes a deep sad sigh. "Before I knew it, ten years had passed. I helped him build Lincoln Timber from a small, anchor company, to the national company it is now."

"Why do you stay with him?" I ask quietly. "You've obviously been unhappy for a long time and let's face it, if you were happy we wouldn't be in here."

She takes a deep breath. "I have nothing to leave him for. Where would I go? My parents are deceased, I have no children, no immediately family..."

"So...start afresh. Make a new life for yourself. Leave him, move on and find someone you really care about."

Her thumb skims slowly over my lower lip. "I have found someone I really care about." She whispers.


I stand there gazing down at this beautiful, wonderful woman who has totally changed my life for the better and I cannot breathe or speak. I am suddenly transported back 11 or so years when I first came to live with mom, dad and Lelliot. They'd wanted to show me they cared and I couldn't bare it. Even though my new shrink Dr. Flynn is trying to get me to let down my barriers, I just can't. I put them up a long time ago to protect myself and I can't just let them down in a heartbeat.

Her hand moves from my lips to my jaw. "It's Okay, Christian. You don't have to say it back. I know it's hard for you." She says softly.

I feel like the world's biggest asshole.

"I'm sorry, Elena," I mumble, finally releasing my breath. "I like you so very much, but..." I feel the familiar twist in my gut. The twist that reminds me I am nothing. I screw my eyes closed. As much as the Greys have given me everything I could ever have wished for and more, it doesn't change who I am.

The illegitimate son of a crack whore who loved the drug more than she loved me.

"Look at me... Peachy..."

And just like that, she brings me into the here and now. Away from the pain and torment that rages within me. I gasp and open my eyes and look into the hard, ice-blue depths that glimmer at me.

And without a word, I bow my head and kneel before her...

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