LOVE IS FOR FOOLS - Fifty Shades of Grey: Elena's Story **Explicit Content**


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11. CHAPTER ELEVEN

"How did you become a Dom?"

We lie back in the sumptuous four poster bed, drinking chilled vintage Moët and listening to classical music. Adam actually ASKED me what I would like to listen to rather than making my ears bleed with his preferred choice, like Linc. When I mentioned anything classical, Adam showed me a CD by Thomas Tallis with a very regal picture of King Henry VIII on the front and slipped it into the player. When the first lament began, it took my breath away by its simplistic beauty. So many choral voices sounding like they were descending from the heavens themselves, caressed the room from the various hidden speakers around the dungeon. The sounds echoed beautifully due to the fact we were goodness knows how many feet underground, protected by walls of solid concrete and steel.

I feel very cocooned...

                                      ...protected...

                                                               ...SAFE...

Adam takes a long sip of delicious cold champagne. "To cut a very long story short - High School Quarterback Jock gets sent by his family to study business and art at College, despite not wanting to do either. I rebelled and flunked all my classes, so Professor Reynolds took me to one side and offered me extra help to make my grades. I reluctantly agreed and three months later...We eloped to Vegas and got married."

I choke on my Moët. "You married one of your College Professors?" Holy shit!

He turns and looks at me. "We were crazy in love. Or just plain crazy. I don't know. Anyhoo...It worked for a while...then we realised we'd made a huge mistake and quickly got divorced. My family weren't talking to me, so I headed off to Europe to get away from it all, clear my head and...I don't know...Try and find myself I guess."

"And did you?"

He chuckles. It's a lovely deep, sexy sound. "Yep. Turns out my spiritual being was in Tate Liverpool."

I gasp and nearly drop my Champagne. "You're bisexual?" I squeak.

Now Adam nearly spills his Moët. "What? NO! Tate Liverpool isn't a guy! Jesus! Tate Liverpool is a Museum...and...Art Gallery..."

I gape at him. "You found your spiritual self...In an Art Gallery?" I ask in disbelief.

He sighs, places his arm behind his head and rests against it. "I know right? But there was just something about the city of Liverpool. I just felt really at home there from the onset. The atmosphere, the culture, the people...Right down to the salty tang of the Irish Sea. It just reminded me of home. Then, by chance I stumbled upon Tate and before I knew it the place was closing and I realised I'd pretty much spent the day there just going round admiring the art. It hit me that I needed to go home, try and make peace with my family and finish my degree. Which I did." He finishes with a proud smile.

"But...How did becoming a Dom fit into all this?" I frown.

"I was determined to put everything right and make my family proud. I threw myself into my studies and DeBretts, and women were totally off the menu. As I was nearing the end of my studies, dad changed our company lawyer and that's how I met Harry Clarke. We hit it off even though I wasn't feeling very sociable at the time. Eventually, Harry persuaded me to go out for a few drinks one night. Little did I know that as well as being a hot-shot lawyer...Harry was also...a Dom."

Holy shit! "He...He...Dominated you..?" I gasp.

He frowns at me. "Elena...Is there a reason why you keep imagining me fucking men? I told you I'm not that way inclined."

"But...But you said..." I am SO confused right now.

He shakes his head. "Maybe I'm not explaining myself well. I'm not the greatest storyteller and to be honest, I don't think I've ever discussed this with anyone before." He sits up against the pillows and my eyes are once again drawn to his beautiful torso, still glistening from the aftermath of our sexual activity. "Harry didn't understand why I wasn't out there banging every woman in Seattle, so I told him what had happened and how I was totally focused on achieving my degree. I did admit to needing an outlet however...Josie and I had fucked like rabbits, so to say I missed sex was an understatement. But banging random women wasn't really my thing. I wanted the connection...without the distraction of a commitment. Harry introduced me to the BDSM lifestyle and it totally fitted the brief. I took to being a Dom like I was born for it."

"But...Why don't you want the commitment? Don't you believe in love?"

He rubs his hand over his face. "Love is for fools, Elena. It's a surging of blood in the loins...There is no mystery and no magic."

I frown. "Isn't that a bit cynical?"

He gazes intently at me. "It's a quote I believe in. I tried love. It didn't work. You tried love, it didn't work. This way no one gets hurt. Well...not emotionally."

My eyes widen at his remark. "But you want to hurt me...physically?" I whisper.

"Nothing beyond what you can handle. It's all about power and control mainly. I like to be in control of my own pleasure and destiny. My life fell apart when someone took that away from me. Sometimes to exert your power and control over someone, you need to take things...up a level. There's no malicious intent involved, just a set of rules. If you break the rules, you get punished. If you please me you get rewarded. It's quite simplistic. But I appreciate this is totally new for you, so I'm not going to jump in with two feet like I have with my other subs."

"Do you hurt your other subs?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.

He brushes his knuckles across my cheek. "There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, Elena. I don't do anything they can't handle or against their will. That's why we have safewords and agreements."

"And do you sit up in bed drinking champagne and discussing life, love and the universe with all your subs?"

He smirks. "Most of them fall asleep after a good, hard fuck, not quiz me like you have. I feel like I'm on Oprah!"

I blush and look down at my empty glass. "I should probably go," I murmur and go to move.

Oooouuuccchhhh!

Adam grabs my arm. "I wasn't asking you to leave! Hey...What's with the grimace? You okay?"

I blush even more. "I'm fine," I mutter without looking up. Damn, this is embarrassing.

Adam grasps my face and tilts it upwards. "I'm sorry if I offended you, I honestly wasn't angling that you had to leave. But it's not just that is it? Something's wrong. Tell me."

His blue eyes are so intense I can almost feel them touching my soul. I can't look away as he has me captured, so I screw my eyes closed to save my embarrassment.

"I'm sore," I whisper in a tiny voice.

Adam doesn't respond or move. I squint one eye open at him and find him looking at me in concern.

"Where?"

Where???? Where the hell did he think???

I blink at him, unable to speak.

"Elena...I've had you tied to the bed by your ankles whilst I thrust my cock in your mouth, then I fucked your tight wet pussy really hard over and over and you didn't safeword once. Are you sore all over?"

"I'm a bit achy, but no...It's mainly..." I close my eyes and point downwards, mortified. I should have kept my mouth shut.

Adam jumps off the bed. "Lie back on the pillows and bend your knees," he commands, grabbing his cell off my cabinet.

"YOU ARE NOT TAKING PHOTO'S OF ME!" I squeal and bring the covers up to my chin as the light from Adam's cell hits my face.

"I just need a light, Elena, calm down. I need to make sure I've not torn you."

"I'm sure it's fine..." I try to push myself up, but I wince again. Dammit!

Adam climbs onto the bed. "Legs, open. Come on, Elena." He's not to be argued with.

Meekly I bend my knees and Adam settles between my legs. His fingers part and gently explore me. "Phew...there's no tear and no blood, so I think it's just where I maybe stretched you a little too far." His head pops up. "You must tell me if I hurt you, Elena. I need to be sure you will ask me to stop if I hit your limits."

I nod frantically. "I honestly didn't feel anything until now."

He kisses the inside of my thigh. "Don't move," he breathes against my skin. He slides off the bed, opens the top drawer of my cabinet and pulls out a tube. Clambering back between my legs he pops the lid and squirts clear liquid onto his index and middle fingers, covering them.

"What are you doing?" I ask in confusion. Is this really the time for moisturising?

He tosses me the tube and I take it in my hands.

K Y JELLY. PERSONAL LUBRICANT. PERSONAL LUBRICANT????? What the hell is he planning to lubricate me for???

I gasp and drop my knees.

"Hey! Knees back up! How am I meant to help you?"

"Help me? Why are you preparing to lubricate me?"

To my annoyance Adam bursts out laughing. "Oh my sweet, beautiful, Venus. I'm not going to lubricate you for anything. Lubrication cream is pretty much the only salve that can go inside the body. I'm just trying to make you more comfortable, that's all."

Relief floods through me.

"Did you really think I would try to push anything inside of you when you are sore? Part of my role as a Dom is to take care of you - lube, witch hazel and baby oil are all part of my first aid repertoire! Now just relax, whilst I massage this lube into your cervix."

Well, there's a sentence I never thought I'd hear..

Ten minutes later, Adam has finished working his magic and I am feeling a lot better.

He comes back from washing his hands in the adjoining bathroom as I am gathering my clothes.

"What are you doing?"

"It's late. I need to get out of your hair."

He frowns at me. "Do you want to go?"

"Well, no...but...don't you need me to leave?"

"Not tonight. I have nothing on until after lunch tomorrow. Stay, please. I can order out for breakfast tomorrow morning, then you can leave anytime." He strides over to me as naked as the day he was born, every inch a prime, virile male. He places his hands on my shoulders as his mesmerising blue eyes look beseechingly at me. "Please, Elena. I'd love it if you stayed. I've never opened up like this to anyone. Share my bed with me tonight, so I can hold you and pretend the outside world doesn't exist. Please."

Oh God, I'd love that too. With everything that has happened recently it would be nice to share a bed with someone again. I drop my clothes to the floor and he grins and sweeps me up into his strong arms. He places me in the middle of the bed, grabs the comforter and pulls me into him. Once again I feel cocooned, protected and, despite my fear and reservations, safer than I've ever felt before.

"How did you become a Dom?"

We lie back in the sumptuous four poster bed, drinking chilled vintage Moët and listening to classical music. Adam actually ASKED me what I would like to listen to rather than making my ears bleed with his preferred choice, like Linc. When I mentioned anything classical, Adam showed me a CD by Thomas Tallis with a very regal picture of King Henry VIII on the front and slipped it into the player. When the first lament began, it took my breath away by its simplistic beauty. So many choral voices sounding like they were descending from the heavens themselves, caressed the room from the various hidden speakers around the dungeon. The sounds echoed beautifully due to the fact we were goodness knows how many feet underground, protected by walls of solid concrete and steel.

I feel very cocooned...

                                      ...protected...

                                                               ...SAFE...

Adam takes a long sip of delicious cold champagne. "To cut a very long story short - High School Quarterback Jock gets sent by his family to study business and art at College, despite not wanting to do either. I rebelled and flunked all my classes, so Professor Reynolds took me to one side and offered me extra help to make my grades. I reluctantly agreed and three months later...We eloped to Vegas and got married."

I choke on my Moët. "You married one of your College Professors?" Holy shit!

He turns and looks at me. "We were crazy in love. Or just plain crazy. I don't know. Anyhoo...It worked for a while...then we realised we'd made a huge mistake and quickly got divorced. My family weren't talking to me, so I headed off to Europe to get away from it all, clear my head and...I don't know...Try and find myself I guess."

"And did you?"

He chuckles. It's a lovely deep, sexy sound. "Yep. Turns out my spiritual being was in Tate Liverpool."

I gasp and nearly drop my Champagne. "You're bisexual?" I squeak.

Now Adam nearly spills his Moët. "What? NO! Tate Liverpool isn't a guy! Jesus! Tate Liverpool is a Museum...and...Art Gallery..."

I gape at him. "You found your spiritual self...In an Art Gallery?" I ask in disbelief.

He sighs, places his arm behind his head and rests against it. "I know right? But there was just something about the city of Liverpool. I just felt really at home there from the onset. The atmosphere, the culture, the people...Right down to the salty tang of the Irish Sea. It just reminded me of home. Then, by chance I stumbled upon Tate and before I knew it the place was closing and I realised I'd pretty much spent the day there just going round admiring the art. It hit me that I needed to go home, try and make peace with my family and finish my degree. Which I did." He finishes with a proud smile.

"But...How did becoming a Dom fit into all this?" I frown.

"I was determined to put everything right and make my family proud. I threw myself into my studies and DeBretts, and women were totally off the menu. As I was nearing the end of my studies, dad changed our company lawyer and that's how I met Harry Clarke. We hit it off even though I wasn't feeling very sociable at the time. Eventually, Harry persuaded me to go out for a few drinks one night. Little did I know that as well as being a hot-shot lawyer...Harry was also...a Dom."

Holy shit! "He...He...Dominated you..?" I gasp.

He frowns at me. "Elena...Is there a reason why you keep imagining me fucking men? I told you I'm not that way inclined."

"But...But you said..." I am SO confused right now.

He shakes his head. "Maybe I'm not explaining myself well. I'm not the greatest storyteller and to be honest, I don't think I've ever discussed this with anyone before." He sits up against the pillows and my eyes are once again drawn to his beautiful torso, still glistening from the aftermath of our sexual activity. "Harry didn't understand why I wasn't out there banging every woman in Seattle, so I told him what had happened and how I was totally focused on achieving my degree. I did admit to needing an outlet however...Josie and I had fucked like rabbits, so to say I missed sex was an understatement. But banging random women wasn't really my thing. I wanted the connection...without the distraction of a commitment. Harry introduced me to the BDSM lifestyle and it totally fitted the brief. I took to being a Dom like I was born for it."

"But...Why don't you want the commitment? Don't you believe in love?"

He rubs his hand over his face. "Love is for fools, Elena. It's a surging of blood in the loins...There is no mystery and no magic."

I frown. "Isn't that a bit cynical?"

He gazes intently at me. "It's a quote I believe in. I tried love. It didn't work. You tried love, it didn't work. This way no one gets hurt. Well...not emotionally."

My eyes widen at his remark. "But you want to hurt me...physically?" I whisper.

"Nothing beyond what you can handle. It's all about power and control mainly. I like to be in control of my own pleasure and destiny. My life fell apart when someone took that away from me. Sometimes to exert your power and control over someone, you need to take things...up a level. There's no malicious intent involved, just a set of rules. If you break the rules, you get punished. If you please me you get rewarded. It's quite simplistic. But I appreciate this is totally new for you, so I'm not going to jump in with two feet like I have with my other subs."

"Do you hurt your other subs?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.

He brushes his knuckles across my cheek. "There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, Elena. I don't do anything they can't handle or against their will. That's why we have safewords and agreements."

"And do you sit up in bed drinking champagne and discussing life, love and the universe with all your subs?"

He smirks. "Most of them fall asleep after a good, hard fuck, not quiz me like you have. I feel like I'm on Oprah!"

I blush and look down at my empty glass. "I should probably go," I murmur and go to move.

Oooouuuccchhhh!

Adam grabs my arm. "I wasn't asking you to leave! Hey...What's with the grimace? You okay?"

I blush even more. "I'm fine," I mutter without looking up. Damn, this is embarrassing.

Adam grasps my face and tilts it upwards. "I'm sorry if I offended you, I honestly wasn't angling that you had to leave. But it's not just that is it? Something's wrong. Tell me."

His blue eyes are so intense I can almost feel them touching my soul. I can't look away as he has me captured, so I screw my eyes closed to save my embarrassment.

"I'm sore," I whisper in a tiny voice.

Adam doesn't respond or move. I squint one eye open at him and find him looking at me in concern.

"Where?"

Where???? Where the hell did he think???

I blink at him, unable to speak.

"Elena...I've had you tied to the bed by your ankles whilst I thrust my cock in your mouth, then I fucked your tight wet pussy really hard over and over and you didn't safeword once. Are you sore all over?"

"I'm a bit achy, but no...It's mainly..." I close my eyes and point downwards, mortified. I should have kept my mouth shut.

Adam jumps off the bed. "Lie back on the pillows and bend your knees," he commands, grabbing his cell off my cabinet.

"YOU ARE NOT TAKING PHOTO'S OF ME!" I squeal and bring the covers up to my chin as the light from Adam's cell hits my face.

"I just need a light, Elena, calm down. I need to make sure I've not torn you."

"I'm sure it's fine..." I try to push myself up, but I wince again. Dammit!

Adam climbs onto the bed. "Legs, open. Come on, Elena." He's not to be argued with.

Meekly I bend my knees and Adam settles between my legs. His fingers part and gently explore me. "Phew...there's no tear and no blood, so I think it's just where I maybe stretched you a little too far." His head pops up. "You must tell me if I hurt you, Elena. I need to be sure you will ask me to stop if I hit your limits."

I nod frantically. "I honestly didn't feel anything until now."

He kisses the inside of my thigh. "Don't move," he breathes against my skin. He slides off the bed, opens the top drawer of my cabinet and pulls out a tube. Clambering back between my legs he pops the lid and squirts clear liquid onto his index and middle fingers, covering them.

"What are you doing?" I ask in confusion. Is this really the time for moisturising?

He tosses me the tube and I take it in my hands.

K Y JELLY. PERSONAL LUBRICANT. PERSONAL LUBRICANT????? What the hell is he planning to lubricate me for???

I gasp and drop my knees.

"Hey! Knees back up! How am I meant to help you?"

"Help me? Why are you preparing to lubricate me?"

To my annoyance Adam bursts out laughing. "Oh my sweet, beautiful, Venus. I'm not going to lubricate you for anything. Lubrication cream is pretty much the only salve that can go inside the body. I'm just trying to make you more comfortable, that's all."

Relief floods through me.

"Did you really think I would try to push anything inside of you when you are sore? Part of my role as a Dom is to take care of you - lube, witch hazel and baby oil are all part of my first aid repertoire! Now just relax, whilst I massage this lube into your cervix."

Well, there's a sentence I never thought I'd hear..

Ten minutes later, Adam has finished working his magic and I am feeling a lot better.

He comes back from washing his hands in the adjoining bathroom as I am gathering my clothes.

"What are you doing?"

"It's late. I need to get out of your hair."

He frowns at me. "Do you want to go?"

"Well, no...but...don't you need me to leave?"

"Not tonight. I have nothing on until after lunch tomorrow. Stay, please. I can order out for breakfast tomorrow morning, then you can leave anytime." He strides over to me as naked as the day he was born, every inch a prime, virile male. He places his hands on my shoulders as his mesmerising blue eyes look beseechingly at me. "Please, Elena. I'd love it if you stayed. I've never opened up like this to anyone. Share my bed with me tonight, so I can hold you and pretend the outside world doesn't exist. Please."

Oh God, I'd love that too. With everything that has happened recently it would be nice to share a bed with someone again. I drop my clothes to the floor and he grins and sweeps me up into his strong arms. He places me in the middle of the bed, grabs the comforter and pulls me into him. Once again I feel cocooned, protected and, despite my fear and reservations, safer than I've ever felt before.

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