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.



In honour of Jamie's birthday please find three new chapters originally posted on Wattpad, all from Elena's POV. Thank you for reading xxx


What I need, is a new plan.

I've tried being an encouraging friend - telling Christian to go against his gut instincts and follow that gold-digging-little-witch to Georgia. I had hoped that his over-bearing possessiveness would scare her the hell away. Unfortunately, it totally backfired on me and they arrived back even closer. Which is why it was such a pleasant surprise to have a phone call from an audibly upset Christian barely forty-eight hours later, telling me she'd walked out on him after the silly girl had asked him for a belting.

Stupid little bitch. Who in their right mind ASKS for a belting?

I then tried being a supportive friend – listening attentively and being all sympathetic whilst he went on and on about how he'd just lost 'the best thing that ever happened to him'.

I'll readily admit, that was like hard slap to the face. I always thought that I was the best thing that ever happened to him. I was adamant I would drop everything and head over to Escala immediately - under the guise of providing comfort and a shoulder to cry on - whilst subtly reminding him of just how good we were together. I was the one who had literally stopped his decline into self-destruction, provided an outlet for all that anger and self-loathing and introduced him to a sexual lifestyle he could never have imagined. And he had THRIVED under my tutelage. Becoming not only an expert submissive but going on to develop into an amazing Dom and Seattle's best young business entrepreneur. He'd never have achieved any of that without me.

But he now thinks SHE was the best thing that ever happened to him? He's barely known her for five minutes!

I try taking a calming breath. I should never have let him talk me out of going straight over there that night. I can't help feeling like it was a missed opportunity. If nothing else, that little bitch had finally left him in a state of vulnerability that I have been praying for. Christian hasn't been vulnerable since he stopped being my submissive, which makes getting under his skin so much more difficult. But he then threw himself into his charitable work again, so I stupidly decided to give him some space for a few days. When I next texted him to see if I could keep him company over a bottle of wine, I was horrified by his reply:

'Sorry Elena. Ana's back. We're giving our relationship another go.'

I was so shocked and angry I hurled my cell against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces, which was satisfying at the time, but then I had to go through all the hassle of replacing it, re-programming numbers...So I haven't spoken to Christian since. I was going to take myself off for a few days to California for some sun and much needed R&R, and get myself right out of this damned situation, but I got a call asking if I could cover at Esclava as a Technician had suddenly gone down with Tonsillitis and they were short staffed.


It's actually been quite nice being back here. Since the salon chains have taken off, I don't get to spend much time where it all began. I finish drawing up a rota for the next few days and exit the office, passing the rota sheet to a stylist and pointing out how some shifts would need to change. She nods in approval and as I turn back towards the salon, I stop suddenly in my tracks.


He's here.


I see him approximately three seconds before he looks up and spots me. It gives me just enough time to breathe and recover some of my equilibrium.

Well, let's go say hi to the happy couple shall we? It's about time me and miss-gold-digging-little-witch got properly introduced...

Thanks to his years of reading my body language, Christian immediately senses my next move and as I take a step forward, he leaves Ana and begins to take purposeful strides through the salon towards me. Despite my desperately wanting to meet Ana so I can properly size her up, I can see Christian has morphed into Dom mode and he's not to be messed with. I try not to let my warm smile disappear from my face as he reaches me.

"Christian, darling! This is a pleasant surprise!" I gush, making a big show of running my hands up his strong arms as I kiss both his cheeks.

Suck it up, bitch. I'm always going to be here for him, long after he's grown tired of you...

"Elena." He says a little coldly. "Why are you here?"

I cannot stop the pang of hurt that lances through me at his words. Why is he being like this? Is it really all down to that mousy little witch?

"OUCH! Is that how you greet me now?" I can't stop the hurt in my voice.

Christian closes his beautiful gray eyes for a moment. When he opens them again he at least looks a little remorseful.

"I'm actually doing a good deed. One of the Technicians has gone down with Tonsillitis and I was available to cover."

"I see. Sorry - it was just a surprise. Ana wanted a haircut and this is close-by. I wouldn't have brought her in if I'd known you'd be here."

Seriously, what kind of sorcery IS this? I've met all his other submissives, so why is he reluctant for me to meet this one? What HAS she done to him?

"Actually, this is the perfect opportunity for me to meet her. Why don't you introduce us?" I ask brightly, turning my head towards Ana and smiling my best smile. She frowns at me momentarily as if trying to work out who I am, then smiles shyly back.

"That's not a good idea, Elena." Christian snaps. "I'd prefer her to meet you without an audience, if that's okay with you."

I sigh. "Fine." I don't want to argue with him. "Maybe we can all meet up over drinks at your parent's upcoming charity masked ball?"

The colour drains from his face. "You can't go to that!" He hisses at me in a whisper.

Now I'm getting pissed!

"I've donated a prize for the auction and your mother invited me herself! Of course I'm going!" I hiss back through gritted teeth.

He drags an elegant hand through his unruly copper hair and I'm momentarily distracted by the desire to do it myself.

"Elena," he implores. "Please try to understand. Ana knows we had a BDSM relationship when I was in my teens. I've revealed more to her than I ever have to anybody. She's young, inexperienced and still struggling to understand what our relationship was really like. We've only just got back together. Please don't ruin this for me."

I shake my head. "Darling, I would never ruin anything for you. I'd just like to get to know her that's all. I thought the relaxed setting of the ball would have been perfect."

"I'll decide the time and place when you two meet." He snaps, then immediately has he good grace to look apologetic. "Please, Elena."  He pleads.

Oh, for fucks sake!

I grimace, but he looks so worried I can't help reaching out and rubbing his arm reassuringly. I look into those damn mesmerising gray eyes of his and I know he has me. I bite my lip and lower my gaze, nodding my submission.

"Thank you." He whispers in relief.

I glance towards Ana and she is blatantly staring at us, eyes wide like a rabbit caught in headlights.

My God...her eyes are HUGE!

I offer her a small smile before looking back at Christian.

"Fine. I'll keep my distance. You know I'm always here for you though, don't you darling?" I murmur as lovingly as I can.

He nods and glances briefly towards Ana. "Thanks, Elena. And thank you for understanding. I'll be in touch."

I can only nod. "Good luck with everything, darling. We'll speak soon."

He offers me a brief dazzling smile that makes my knees weaken, a too-quick peck on the cheek, and then he's off, striding back purposely towards the young sorceress with the too-huge eyes. I slink dejectedly back into the office to regroup.

And to plan my next move...

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