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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13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN

We lunge at the same time, grasping each other by the head - all hot wet kisses and hands tangling in hair. I feel the familiar throb beginning to resound within me and then she pulls away.

"I don't...have anything...in here." She pants. "We'll have to...improvise."

I nod, also panting as I gently pull my hands out of her shiny blonde hair.

"Wait here." She slides off the bed and pads across the plush sky blue carpet and out of the room.

I'd almost forgotten this feeling. So much has happened since we were last intimate and a huge part of me was terrified Elena would want nothing more to do with me. I'm still getting my head around it, when Elena appears in the doorway, hands behind her back.

"Come and stand by this bedpost." She says, indicating it with her chin. I scramble off the bed immediately.

"Hold your hands out and clasp them together." She instructs.

I do so and she whips out a silver tie from behind her. It's obviously one of Linc's - and I can tell from the feel of it as she binds my wrists - that it must have been expensive. It's very smart and probably something I would have chosen. Once my wrists are secured, she then ties the ends deftly to one of the bedposts of the four-poster.

She tugs on the tie. "It's only a bow. I can pull you out of it immediately if you safeword."

"Okay."

She walks across to her dresser, opens a draw and removes a familiar looking bottle.

"Remember this?" She says shaking it gently.

Mmm...baby oil...Shit! Is she going to spank me?

A mixture of fear and desire lances through me, making every follicle jump to attention, from my scalp to my throbbing balls.

"Not what you think," she murmurs. "Unless you misbehave."

I gasp then catch her amused smirk. She saunters over to me until she is standing millimetres away. She reaches up and strokes my lips with her thumb and then her hand continues past my jaw and ear and she grabs my hair and pulls me onto her lips kissing me hard. Her hand then slips out of my hair as we kiss and it travels down my body, skirting the edge of my chest and then over to my behind. She caresses it, then gives it a hard squeeze as she moves off my lips.

"Mmm...I love your peachy ass," She murmurs sexily. "I think it's high time it got naked."

"Oh definitely." I agree and she laughs softly.

She bends and places the baby oil on the floor, then grabs the waistband of my sweatpants and tugs down hard - yanking both my pants and briefs down my legs and making me gasp.

"Ta-Dah!" She announces as my erection lurches towards her of its own accord.

I grin down at her as I step out of my clothes and then not taking her ice-blue eyes off mine, she leans forwards, grasps me firmly and pulls back, exposing my throbbing head. I inhale sharply as her soft lips make contact with the tip.

Ahhh...Christ...

I throw my head back and groan loudly, the sound reverberating around the room.

"Mmm...you like that don't you, Peachy?"

"Yessss..." I hiss, my eyes closed and my head still tipped back.

She let's go and stands suddenly, taking me by surprise and making me wobble. My eyes spring open and she has the baby oil bottle in her hands again.

"Plenty of time for that later."

Goddammit! I was enjoying that!

She pours some oil on her hands, coating them until they are slick and shiny. I watch mesmerised.

"This is as much a lesson in extending your control as it is for you to relax and put a few ghosts to rest." She says softly, not taking her glimmering eyes off mine. "There will be no music, no blindfold and no punishment. This isn't a scene. The tie is simply to symbolise your submission. You are still my Sub...if that's what you want to be..?" She finishes on a note of uncertainty.

"Of course Elena, I want that more than anything." I say adamantly.

"Good boy. One day I promise you, you will be strong enough to rise above this. To take control of your emotions and feelings...and maybe even become a Dominant yourself."

Holy shit! Me as a Dom..?

My head swims. I can't imagine dominating Elena. She's just such a strong character - would she even become a submissive for me? Could I even dominate some other woman?

All thoughts of domination disappear as Elena drops to her knees gracefully in front of me and her slick hands make contact with my ankle, moving upwards slowly, kneading, massaging...

Mmm...that feels good.

"You're still bruised," she whispers in a sad tone, as her skilled fingers slowly rub at my calves.

"They don't hurt," I say hurriedly, reassuring her. "Well, not anymore."

She closes her eyes and a pained expression briefly crosses her face.

"It did make wearing shorts impossible though - which was hard to explain during this heat wave," I say grinning down at her, trying to lighten the mood.

She nods. "I'm sorry, I got a bit carried away," she breathes re-oiling her hands. "I should never have hit you where I knew it would leave a visible mark. I should have thought it through."

"It's okay. You were furious with me and I deserved what I got."

She looks up at me as her warm hands caress around my knee and move slowly upwards. "I sometimes forget how young you still are and that you still live with your family. You're so well developed; tall, handsome, clever...I've never really thought of you as a kid."

"Good. Let's keep it that way."

She nods and smiles as her hands work their magic on my tight thighs and hamstrings. I close my eyes and moan softly.

Damn, she's good at this...

"That's it. Just relax, Christian. Empty your mind of all the crap. Just focus on my fingers for now."

"Okay." I breathe, my eyes closed in bliss.

I feel her fingers move off and then they connect with my left ankle and she starts the whole wonderful process again.

I sigh in contentment. After everything I'd been through this week, this is exactly what I needed. Just to stand here trussed up, half-naked and totally at her mercy - but safe in the knowledge that there's going to be no punishment, no sexual torment. Just pleasure and relaxation in this peaceful setting. Even the tie that binds me to the bedpost feels good against my skin.

"Okay Christian," she says suddenly and I open my eyes with a start, finding her standing in front of me. "Move back slightly and bend over. I want to work on that magnificent ass of yours."

Oh yes please...

I take a step back on the soft, plush carpet and bend from the waist until I am in as comfortable position as I can get.

"Good boy. Open your legs wider. I want to see everything," she breathes huskily.

Shit!

I suddenly feel totally exposed and incredibly vulnerable. It's not the first time my ass has been displayed to her, but it's the first time it's been so open and so near to her face. I feel my butt cheeks clench tight.

"Shh, easy now," she soothes as she begins to caress my cheeks with slick hands. "Just relax, Christian. I've got you. You have nothing to fear. Just breathe." She places a gentle kiss on my butt cheek.

I release a breath I didn't even realise I'd been holding. I feel her hands caress my cheeks gently, softly kneading the firm flesh.

"Sometimes we can carry a lot of stress in our lower back and glutes - men especially. Even someone who has the best gluteus maximus in the whole of Seattle!"

"Mmm..." Is all I can manage.

How does she know all of this shit?

She is just so skilled and knowledgeable, far more than I've ever given her credit for. And she thinks I could one day be a Dominant? I can't see it happening. She is seemingly right about me holding tension in that area though...

Somehow I don't think I'll be telling Dr. Flynn whereabouts I suffer with stress...

I feel like my butt has lowered by a couple of inches and has begun to feel less like two Cantaloupe melons and more like two freshwater sponges. I don't think I have ever felt this relaxed and at peace in my entire...

W-WHAT. THE. FUCK..!

Suddenly something begins to vibrate up and down between the crack of my butt-cheeks.

"ELENA!" I exclaim in a panic and I clench my butt automatically - inadvertently squeezing the implement between my cheeks and making it vibrate directly against my tightly puckered anus. It feels long, hard and made of plastic.

"Shhh...Easy darling boy. Relax your cheeks. It's okay," she croons.

Taking a deep breath, I force myself to relax. The vibrations continue and gradually I find I accept them more and the feeling is actually quite pleasurable, as it travels down my perineum and makes my balls and cock tingle.

"What IS that?" I pant as my cock begins to thicken and harden from the vibrations.

"A little improvised device. How does it feel?"

"Umm...tingly...In a good way."

"Excellent." She breathes and places a soft kiss on both my ass cheeks in turn.

I then feel her snake her other hand around my hips and she places a well-oiled hand around my erection and begins to gently tug. Back and forth, back and forth and the whole time the vibrations continue up and down the crack of my ass and through my balls and throbbing cock. I have never felt anything like it before and it's absolutely exquisite.

"Elena..." I moan and I have no idea why.

What do I want from her? To stop...continue...go faster...All of the above...?

And then abruptly, everything stops.

My eyes spring open and I find her crawling around me. "W-what are you doing?" I pant desperately.

She positions herself in front of me on her knees and looks up at me through her lashes, her expression fathomless.

"Showing you," she whispers.

HUH..?

"Showing me what?"

"What being a Dom would be like." She says softly. "Would you like to watch me suck you off...Sir..?"

HOLY...

...FUCKING...

...SHIT!

I gape down at her. I cannot believe she has just said that. She continues to stare vacantly at me, awaiting my answer as my erection dances millimetres away from her face. I take a steading breath and then nod slowly.

"Answer me!" She snaps suddenly, making me jump.

SHIT!

"Say it, Christian. Say it like you mean it. Like your whole fucking life depends on it."

CHRIST!

"I..." I begin, then clear my throat and look down at her. I try to mimic the way she looks at me when I've pissed her off. Taking a deep breath I narrow my eyes at her.

"Suck me off, Elena. And don't stop till I come."

Her eyes widen slightly and I hold my breath.

"Yes...SIR..."

 

 

 

 

 

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