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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21. CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

SEPTEMBER 2001

 

I cannot believe this is the last night in my bed before starting Harvard! The last couple of years seem to have gone by in a blur - taken up by equal amounts of study, therapy and sex. I doubt I would have got anywhere near to Harvard if it wasn't for the love of my family, Flynn's emotional support, Bastille keeping me fit and Elena helping me let off steam in the best possible way. It's been hard-going at times, but just thinking of that fucker Linc continually expanding his business to the detriment of his marriage, was enough to keep me focused. How he could put anything ahead of loving that amazing woman is beyond me. Well his loss was my gain, but I'm nowhere near done with him yet...

A noise at my bedroom door makes me turn my head as it's pushed gently open and a beautiful dark head appears. I immediately bolt upright.

"Mia! What's wrong?" I ask sharply.

"Shhh," she whispers as she creeps in and closes the door behind her. She pads quietly across the thick carpet, pulls my duvet to the side and slides in. My hand automatically goes to her forehead.

"Are you sick?"

She takes my hand and kisses me gently across the knuckles. "I'm going to miss you so much..." She chokes on the last word as I see a tear slip silently down her face in the dim light.

"Oh Mia...no..." I breathe. I quickly slip my arms around her and draw her into me. "Please don't cry sweetheart. I can't bear it when you are upset."

She snuggles into me and sobs quietly. "I-I won't see you again till Thanksgiving in November. That's two whole months."

I cup her face, wipe her tears with my thumbs and kiss her nose. "Haven't I set up your computer so that you can MSN Chat with me online? You can text me, I'll ring you over the weekends and I expect plenty of emails with photos of what you've been up to. With your new digi-cam I bought you, you should be able to upload your photos direct to your computer."

"It won't be the same," she sniffs.

"I know...but I can't stay here for the rest of my life sweetheart! I need to go to college - get qualified and get a great job so that I can treat you!"

She gives me a weak smile. "I'd rather you stayed at home and I lived off my allowance."

I chuckle despite the growing ache in my heart. "Mia Trevelyan-Grey. What am going to do with you?"

 

 

My first few weeks on campus had gone well so far. I have a room to myself - having got special medical dispensation - which meant I thankfully didn't have to share with anyone. So far every student I've met were either geeks, pot-heads, drunkards, sluts or all of the above. I had barely stepped out on campus when I was surrounded by a gaggle of girls all talking in overly high excited voices and inviting me to parties. I had to agree to attend just to get rid of them. Having been at all-boys schools for much of my formative years, I'll readily admit I find girls a little intimidating and utterly repulsive. When I had managed to bolt back to my room I found in my jacket pockets, four slips of paper with phone numbers on and two with not only phone numbers, but room numbers and favourite sexual positions!

Didn't anyone come here to actually study?

I unfold my map and timetable onto my desk and my cell rings.

"Yo bro! Is this a good time? You're not balls deep in some tight little freshman are you?"

I grimace, my shoulders tensing.

I know who I want to be balls deep in...

"No," I say tightly. "About time you returned ONE of my calls."

Elliot chuckles down the phone. "What can I say bro? I've been busy catching up. So many new students to get around..." I hear a giggle in the background.

Jesus, he has a girl with him!

"How's it going at Harvard? You finding your way around okay?"

"Yeah...it's cool. A bit intimidating and there's so much to take in...But yeah. It's enjoyable for the most part."

Elliot laughs. "Christian - you need to lighten up. You're a college boy now. What happens on campus stays on campus. Our parents can't see what we're up to. College isn't just for studying - it's your time to let loose and have fun. You've been to some college parties haven't you?"

"Yes." I lie.

"Good! So study all you want, just as long as you also spend time having fun, getting drunk and laying the pipe so damn good, they think you're a secret porn star! You brought enough condoms bro?"

"Jesus Elliot," I sigh in despair, running my hand through my hair in exasperation.

"Just making sure you stay safe little brother!" I hear muffled noises and I realise he's moved the phone from his mouth and he's speaking to someone. I hear a door click closed. "Sorry bro just wanted to get out of the room. Listen - if you need anything or you wanna talk, just get in touch okay? Even I found it hard to settle in college at first. But it will get easier and the quickest way is to get out there and mingle. Make new friends, join clubs, socialise and yes...get laid! It's all part of the process bro." He sighs softly. "Promise me you won't just lock yourself in your damn room all semester."

"I won't." I lie again.

"Good. Gotta go bro, I have a lecture in ten. Remember what I said though yeah?"

"Yes, Elliot. Thanks. We'll speak again soon."

"Be sure of it. Oh and Christian?"

"Yes?"

"If you run out of extra small condoms, you can probably pick up some packs on eBay..."

Shaking my head in fond irritation I end the call.

 

"CHRISTIAN! Over here!"

I shudder involuntarily at the shrill voice shouting across the canteen to me. It can only belong to one person.

Fucking Davina Morrell...

Since my first lecture at Harvard, Davina - a fellow Economics Major - has latched onto me like some kind of annoying flu virus that I can't shake off. She is literally everywhere I turn - despite me giving her absolutely no encouragement or inclination that I'm the remotest bit interested. She's tall, slender with long wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. I suppose she's attractive, but I'm not one for brunettes. Remind me too much of...

"I think you're in there, Christian," Tim my study partner hisses at me, as I reach for a bottle of water.

I shrug. "She's not my type."

"Are you serious? She's everyone's type! I'd tap that ass repeatedly if I had the opportunity."

I stand aside and make a sweeping gesture with my arm. "Be my guest."

Tim slumps against the vending machine. "It's you she's set her sights on, not me."

Maybe if I play this right, I can offload her onto Tim and be rid of her...

"Well let's get you two acquainted shall we?"

 

I spend the next hour making polite conversation with Tim, Davina and her friend May. May is of Spanish origin and seems quite shy and studious, looking across at Tim and I from under her long lashes, as Davina prattles on and laughs far too loudly at repetitive intervals. Tim is hanging on her every word, whereas I subtly pull out of the conversation and stand to leave.

"I'll see you guys around," I murmur as I grab my stuff.

Davina stops mid ramble. "Wait! You can't go! There's no more lectures till tomorrow afternoon. We can all hang."

"I have a date with my family for a MSN chat. They'll be waiting for me." I lie blatantly. I spoke to them all this morning.

"After then. Come by our room. We've got plenty of booze."

"Sounds great!" Tim beams, even though the request wasn't aimed at him.

"Perhaps." I say in as much of a non-committal way as possible.

I'd rather pull my own teeth...

"I'll definitely come round..." I hear Tim state as I hurry off.

 

Around 8pm that evening I'm lying on my bed reading but none of the words are actually sinking in. My thoughts are all of Elena. It's been almost a month since we last had sex and because she knew we would have to endure an enforced separation, she made sure she made it memorable. After having her VERY wicked way with me in the boudoir, she'd talked me through my first proper scene as a Dominant. She'd ended up naked and spread-eagled on the bed - her four limbs shackled to the metal head and footboards. Pillows under her torso had kept her at precisely the right angle for me to be able to use my tongue in slow circles till she was on the verge of orgasm, then using my hand I had spanked her glorious ass repeatedly until it was nice and pink and she was begging me to make her come - which I did - but only after my rigid cock had ploughed mercilessly into her from behind. She'd screamed and shook as she came hard around me and it was only a matter of moments before I had joined her with my own shattering climax...

Mmm...That had been amazing...

My eyes are now closed, my book resting on my slowly heaving chest as one hand strokes my erection through the fabric of my jeans and the other grips my comforter. It was almost a month since we'd last been intimate and two weeks since we'd last spoken. She was away in Georgia with fucking Linc, helping him schmooze some other major client...

KNOCK! KNOCK!

WHAT THE FUCK? Who the fuck is knocking at my door?

I ignore the noise. I'm not expecting anyone and I'm certainly not going to some dumb party.

"CHRISTIAN! Are you there? It's May. I need your help."

WHAT?

I narrow my eyes at the door in an attempt to vaporise May from behind it. What the hell does she need my help with at this hour?

"CHRISTIAN! Please!"

"Fuck!" I hiss, throwing my book down, pulling my t-shirt over my erection and jumping off my bed.

"What is it?" I bark at May as I yank open the door. Her hand stops in mid-air as her startled gaze finds mine.

"S-sorry," she stammers. "It's Davina. I came back from the library and she's just lying in her bed groaning with her eyes closed. I can't rouse her." She says in a panicked voice.

"So...call the Doc," I say flatly.

Like I give a fuck that she's ill...

"I can't," she whispers." "I think she might have taken something." She looks pleadingly at me. "Please, Christian. I need you to help me get her upright. Maybe if we walk her round the room, she'll puke it up. Please..."

I run my hand through my hair in irritation.

GODDAMMIT!

I slam my door shut, lock it and follow May up the corridor.

 

 

May unlocks the door to their shared room and ushers me inside. The drapes are drawn and the room is in total darkness. As my eyes adjust, I can make out a bed with a shape lying on it.

"Put the lights on May."

"I tried that before. She made a terrible sound, so I turned them off. She seems to prefer the dark."

Right on cue, Davina lets out a pained groan. Sighing in frustration I feel my way round the bed and up the comforter-covered shape, until I feel a bare shoulder.

"Okay May, you come round the opposite side..."

"Sorry, Christian." I hear her whisper softly then the door shuts. I look towards it in alarm as I hear the lock click into place from the outside.

"What the..."

The night-stand light suddenly flickers on, bathing the room in a soft light. There is no sign of May.

What the FUCK, is going on? Has she seriously just locked me in the room with a sick Davina?

I look down at Davina who is wide awake and seems perfectly fine as she smiles at me. I watch in utter confusion, struck dumb as her hand leaves the lamp and she yanks back the comforter...

...Revealing herself to me in all her naked glory.

OH.

FUCKING.

SHIT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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