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.



I drop my head and go to kneel down, but I am stopped in my tracks with another resounding whack to my ass.

"Stay as you are Peachy." She snarls. "Don't kneel, don't turn round, just stand there and take your punishment."


"You want to be a man Christian - start acting like one." Her hand reaches around me and without touching me; she flicks the water dial from warm to cold.

My ass is burning from the stinging blows and I shudder as I start to get drenched in a cascade of icy water.

Well at least it's helping to take the sting out of my ass...

"Stay as you are until I tell you. And in the meantime you can think about your behaviour earlier."

Goddammit what is there to think about? Isn't it normal I should get angry when she spends time with other men, given our circumstances?

I screw my eyes closed. Maybe it isn't normal behaviour. What do I know about behaving normally? Nothing in my life has ever been normal. Even my 'relationship' with Elena isn't normal!

Shit...I feel a double session with Dr. Flynn coming on when we get back...

I feel the water come to a stop and I cautiously open my eyes.

"How's your fine peachy ass?" She whispers from behind me.

"Cold and sore."

"It's still gorgeous and the most glorious colour."

"I'll take your word for it." I mutter.

She tugs on the handcuffs sharply, making me stagger back.

"Don't get pissy with me Peachy or I'll punish you further."

Shit...I don't want another beating...

I let out a heavy sigh and hang my head again. I'm cold, wet, sore and confused.

"Do you have something to say to me Peachy?" Her breath is warm on my frozen back, as I feel her unlock my cuffs.

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"You can start with an apology."

Seriously? Well, if it gets me out of here any quicker...

I shake the feeling back into my hands. "Sorry."

Suddenly her hand delivers a resounding slap to my ass.

AHH! Goddammit!

"That wasn't the most convincing apology."


The all too familiar red mist descends and before I can stop myself, I spin around, grab her hard by the wrists and push her against the cold wet tiles, making her squeal.

"CHRISTIAN! Let go of me!"

"NO!" I snarl. "You want me to apologise? Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry you're married to some asshole who doesn't appreciate you. I'm sorry you've still got to live with him and spend time with him. I'm also sorry I don't like six foot Neanderthal's breathing the same air as you. But most of all I'm sorry we have to pretend we're nothing more than friends, when I want to tell the whole world how special you are to me."

She gasps at my words, then her eyes glimmer and become hooded, her breathing shallow and her skin begins to flush. She is transforming before my eyes and my own body is responding, mirroring her actions. She widens her stance and hooks a leg over my hips.

"You're in control, Christian." She says in a breathy voice as she drops her head. "Fuck me... please Sir."


Those four words are like an incendiary device to my libido. I let go of her wrists with one hand and place my erection at the entrance to her sex. I can feel her wet heat even before I slam into her. She gasps and arches her back off the tiles as I quickly stretch and fill her. I place my arm under her fine ass and lift her off the floor.

"Wrap your legs around me." I breathe into her ear.

She complies immediately. Balancing her lithe body on my slanted thighs, I take the cuffs she is still holding in one of her hands and snap it around her wrists. She doesn't object and keeps her gaze lowered. I move us to underneath the shower head and lifting her up in my arms till just the head of my shaft is inside her, I hook her bound hands around the shower head, suspending her above me and turn the water on. She wraps her legs tighter around my hips as the welcome warm water begins to cascade over us and placing my hands under the curve of her ass cheeks, I begin to lift her up and down my length as I rock into her.

As her head is bowed, my mouth sweeps along her jaw and I catch her earlobe gently between my teeth. She gasps and jerks her head up and I feel her inner muscles ripple around me.

WHOA! Wasn't expecting that reaction! Interesting...

Her mouth is now exposed to me and I take full advantage, devouring her lips and plunging my tongue into her mouth. As my tempo increases, I begin to pound into her - my heavy balls making a satisfying slapping sound against her. I feel her begin to tremble against my cock and I know she is on the verge of climaxing. I pull my head away, let go of her ass cheeks and bending my knees slightly, I take her weight onto my thighs again, as I grab her face in my hands and tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me.

"Eyes open. I want to watch you come." I pant.

She gazes at me for a moment and suddenly she looks exposed and vulnerable - totally powerless as I have her completely at my mercy. Then her pupils dilate, her eyes go hazy and her inner muscles begin to clench around my throbbing shaft. I grit my teeth to hold on, my eyes not leaving hers, but the sensation is too strong and with one last magical thrust, I erupt explosively inside her as her climax clings to me. With my last semblance of energy, I lift her off the shower head and we sink to the floor.


"Here, take these," Elena instructs as she hands me two tablets and a glass of water. We have been drying off in my bedroom and Elena has just finished massaging baby oil into my ass. Thankfully, it doesn't hurt as much as when she beat my calves.

"What are they?"

"Advil - painkillers. I gave your ass a good going over and these will help with any residual pain."

"Where did you get the cane from?" I ask in curiosity.

"I saw it in a plant pot outside the house when I was unpacking the car."

"So you improvised again?" I ask with a smile.

"Oh Christian...I'm always looking for inanimate objects I can use on you! Now take the tablets."

I swallow down the Advil. "I like it when you look after me."

She smiles softly. "Christian - I'm your friend and your Domme. Looking after you is all a part of that. If you become a Dom, you are obliged to look after your Sub and make sure she is fit, wants for nothing and able to take care of your needs."


"Do you think I'd make a good Dom?" I ask in wonder.

She shakes her head and then smiles. "From what I've seen so far, I think you'd make a great Dom."

I beam from ear to ear and she laughs. "There's still a long way to go before then, Christian. You've only just lost your virginity and there is so much more I want to do with you."

I'm sure my eyes grow as wide as my smile. She leans down and we share a sweet kiss. "It's late. You need to get your beauty sleep after all today's exertions!"

I grasp her chin. "Today has been the best day of my life, Elena." I whisper.

She takes my hand and kisses my palm. "Mine too." She softly whispers back.




"Why did you step forwards?"

"I thought that was our next move!"

I shake the pain out of my foot. As we are going to a dinner-dance this evening, Elena is trying to show me some basic Foxtrot moves so I can dance with her. Apparently she and Linc had dancing lessons so they could schmooze clients in various social settings.

"I don't understand why you are finding this so difficult," she sighs in exasperation. "That's the third time I've stood on you."

"Because I've never entertained dancing like this with anyone! Before I met you, I only really liked Rap music."

She arches an eyebrow. "Perfect choice for the angry young man you were then."

Now it's my turn to raise an eyebrow. "Were? Oh I think I will always be an angry young man deep down, Elena."

She smiles. "Nothing wrong with keeping him under wraps, Christian," she says huskily. "Just as long as you let me unleash him every so often!"

The Sinatra CD changes to the next song. Luckily I'm quite familiar with his music as my parents are fans. Now, if I could just get my stupid feet to co-operate...

"Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away..."

"Well this is appropriate," Elena smiles.

I grin back. "I'd fly away anywhere with you, Elena."

Her smile softens. "I know you would. And hopefully we can find an excuse to do this again sometime." She pulls up straight, adjusts my position then grips my hand firmly. "Now get your head back in the game young man, as I will not be happy if you tread on my toes tonight!"




It has been a magical four days. We have explored the beautiful island - from its Neolithic temples, to its historic fortresses, again built by the Knights of St John to keep out the invading Turks. They were then fortified to keep out their enemies in World War Two. Malta is like a living interactive experience; it's long history just oozes out of its beautiful scenery. I will definitely be coming here again - whether with or without Elena. We have taken long romantic strolls, swam and frolicked in the sea and gone out dancing most evenings. Elena is a beautiful dancer - so graceful and light on her feet and somehow, SOMEHOW I have finally picked up the basics enough so that I can keep up with her on the dance floor. She has turned a gangly, uncoordinated dumbass, into a dancer of sorts. If Elliot could see me, he'd rib me for months...

Then there's the glorious, wondrous sex. If I ever find that little kid who made me ill, I'm going to buy him a lifetime's supply of toys. If it wasn't for him, I'd have never had the excuse to come to Malta and experience everything I have. I have been trussed up, blindfolded, flogged, caned, spanked and then fucked into oblivion on a regular basis.

It's been...AWESOME!

Now here I stand, my hands spread out and shackled to the metal rails of the pool steps, whilst my Domme strokes my erection with one hand and places clothespins on my erect nipples with the other.

"Nrrrmmmm..." I moan.

"Hush now. Breathe through it, Peachy. Focus on my hands and the music."

Ravel's Bolero pumps out from the HIFI indoors, to us outside in the pool. It is early evening and dusk is sending beautiful opalescent colours into the sky - from yellows and oranges to aquamarines and indigos. The first stars are beginning to come out and twinkle in the sky above me. I'm concentrating so hard, that I almost don't notice Elena has replaced her hands...

...with her mouth...

"Ahh! Elena!" I hiss, as her ice-blue eyes glimmer at me. She pushes my trunks down to my knees as she kneels on a step - the lower half her glorious bikini-clad body covered in warm pool water.

Over and over her head bobs as she sucks, her tongue rolling around the tip and back down again. The sultry Mediterranean breeze, the warm water, the beautiful, erotic lilt of Bolero...'s too much...SHIT...

"Elena," I plead desperately. "I'm gonna..."

I come loudly and violently into her skilled mouth. Her hands immediately reach for the pegs and she undoes each one whilst I'm still coming.


I let out an animalistic growl like I have never done before, as the blood travels back to my nipples causing a sweet, sharp, but ultimately glorious sensation to finish off my climax. My head rolls forwards as my body tries to slump, but I'm held back by the handcuffs. Elena immediately unlocks one wrist and then the other, rubbing the life back into my arms as sanity returns. I slowly lift my head and she immediately pounces, kissing me tenderly and with reverence.

"Fancy a beer?" She finally breathes against my lips.

"I'd love one." I grin.

She kisses me swiftly. "You've more than earned it. I'm very proud of the way you handled that." She runs an elegant finger along my lips. "Just a quick re-charge, because I haven't finished with you yet."

She smirks naughtily and then she walks into the house, whilst I feast my eyes on her fine ass. I slink down to the lower steps of the pool and lie back so that my body is pretty much submerged in the warm water and I look up at the stars.

God, I'm a lucky son-of-a-bitch...

I never in a million years thought of myself as lucky. After my shit start to life, I've resented just about everything - even though mom and dad have given me everything I could have possibly ever dreamt of and more. As much as I don't want to leave, I can't wait to get back and see them all. Now my head has cleared itself of a few issues, I've really begun to appreciate them all - yeah, even dipshit Elliot! And of course, I've missed my darling Mia more than anything, despite her daily calls! I can't wait to get back in the gym with Bastille too, I'm feeling so much stronger and all the fresh air, and umm...exercise, has really helped. And I really need to see Dr. Flynn ASAP too. I can't wait to see his face when I tell him I can now take my top off and just about tolerate Elena's touch...

...Where the hell is she by the way? How long does it take to fetch a couple of beers?

I hear footsteps and twist to greet her with a wise-ass remark, but my mouth gapes open. Elena stands by the patio doors, wild-eyed and ashen-faced and standing next to her... Linc.















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