Fifty Shades Of Valentines

Christian Grey's first Valentines. Alone and frustrated at Harvard University on the most romantic night of the year, Christian is disturbed by a knock on his door...



Her lips push forcibly against mine as she ravishes my mouth. I feel the tips of her fingers trace round my nipples through the fabric of my t-shirt and they automatically harden. Her tongue slips into my mouth, just as her thumb and index finger close around my nipple and pull.



I groan deep in my throat and convulse under her, bumping her against me. She circles my nipples with her thumbs and then withdraws her tongue.

"Control," She rasps and swiftly pinches my nipples again.


I'm so fucking hard; my length is rubbing against the crack of her ass.


She kisses my chin. "I like it when you beg, Christian. It's the final act of submission."

I feel her sit up. I'm a panting, writhing mass on the verge of losing total control. I open my mouth to beg her again, but to my surprise, I feel her slide down my legs.

What the..?

"Open your legs." She orders.

I do so immediately and she grabs my hips. I feel her move and settle between my legs. My brain is still trying to adjust and then there is a hissing noise and something cold circumnavigates my straining cock, spiralling upwards to the tip.

Holy shit -  she's just sprayed cream all over me!

"Final exercise in control Christian," she pants. "You have to hold on until I lick all the cream off you, before you come. If you manage that, I will reward you big time. Fail, and I will stop immediately and it will be game over. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I groan.

I feel a sudden sharp sting against my balls.


Dammit - did she just flick me?

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Elena." I say through gritted teeth as my heavy balls descend painfully back into position.

And so it begins. I feel the point of her tongue lap the cream away from the junction of my shaft and balls, then her tongue flattens as she moves it one tortuously slow inch at a time, up my length. Sweat breaks out on my brow as I grit my teeth and try to find the dark place in my psyche where I can hide from this sweet torment. She reaches the tip and gives it a gentle kiss.

"Round one completed," she breathes. "Two more to go."

TWO more? Holy crap I don't know if I can hold on...

The second round is more of the same and I feel a wave of relief as she kisses the tip again.

"You're doing so well, Christian," she purrs. "Hold on for this final round and I promise the reward will be worth waiting for."

It had fucking better be...

I let out a soft moan as I screw my eyes shut tight, willing every fibre in my being to relax and not give in to this agonising torture. This time her tongue starts to make a spiral, collecting all the remaining cream. Her tongue is the only point of intimate contact between us, but I can feel the muscles of my thighs tighten under her hands. On and on, round and round she goes, as she ascends at a slow deliberate pace to the grand summit of my desire. Hot tears are pooling beneath my clenched eyelids and sweat has started to pour down my back.

I'm either going to achieve this or have some kind of major seizure...

After what feels like the longest minutes of my entire life, she finally kisses the tip of my erection again.

"Well done, Christian!" She exclaims breathlessly. "I knew you could do it! Time for your reward."

Thank. God.

I open my eyelids under my blindfold and hot tears stream out of the sides of my eyes, swiftly absorbed by the silk blindfold. I'm panting hard and I try and inhale a few deep, calming breaths. Then I hear the hiss again as the cream hits my erection.

What? Not again!

I inhale sharply and my whole body tenses as my rigid length is doused in cream. And more cream. And more cream...

I open my mouth to protest, but then I feel something soft and warm either side of my shaft and they begin to rise slowly from root to tip and down again. It's on the second descent when my frazzled brain finally connects the dots...

She's using her gorgeous cream-covered breasts to jerk me off!

The realisation is breath-taking, the sensation utterly exquisite, and Madonna is moaning in the background to Justify My Love. All my senses are being assaulted in the most awe-inspiring ways and I can hold on no longer. My whole body begins to tremble as my fists clench and my handcuffs rattle against the bed frame. On the next upward slide of her breasts, my hips buck off the bed of their own accord and Elena's soft, warm mouth encloses around the throbbing head of my erection.

With a loud cry of her name I explode like an active volcano - all the pent up emotion pouring out of me and down her throat. I writhe and twist under her as my body pulsates with every beat of my pounding heart, wringing every last drop out of me. With a slow release of air from my lungs, I sink back onto my bed, exhausted, exhilarated and totally spent.


As my equilibrium returns, I realise my hands have been freed and the silk scarf around my eyes is slowly being unravelled. I blink slowly, wincing as my eyes adjust to the light and the blood begins to run freely through my aching arms again. Elena stands over me, then bends, grasps my jaw and kisses me gently.

"Welcome back to planet earth," she smiles softly. She looks utterly beautiful in the soft light from my desk - all glowing face, sweat-damp hair and breasts shining from the cream.

"God, you're gorgeous," I breathe in appreciation and she laughs.

"I think your eyes haven't adjusted properly to the light yet," she smirks. "I'm hot, sweaty and all sticky."

"Just how I like you." I grin.

"Well I don't like me. I can't sleep like this."

Oh no... She's leaving..?

"What is it?" She asks as my face falls.

"Are you leaving?" I whisper as my heart begins to sink.

Her eyebrows shoot upwards. "Where on earth would I go in this state? I was thinking more along the lines of us having a shower together." She looks me up and down, appraising me. "You could do with getting cleaned up yourself." She says huskily.

I look down at myself - all sweaty, shiny and creamy - then back at her beautiful, flushed face.

"Shower-time it is then."


(For now... )

Thank You so much for taking the time

to read this short story.

It will be continued in my current work in progress -

Fifty Shades Of Grey: The Early Years,

currently available at

Kind regards Winbeth6574 x


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