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

So just how did Elena Lincoln become Mrs. Robinson the Evil Bitch Troll? What made the doting wife turn to BDSM and how was her life turned upside down when troubled teen Christian Grey turned up at her door? Written due to a number of reader requests, this is Elena's story from her point of view.




The hissed sound of pure pleasure invades my slumber and it takes me a few seconds to realise it had actually come from me. Christian's handsome face dissipates from my dream as wakefulness dawns - so does my awareness that I'm hanging onto the sharp edge of an orgasm. My fingers are slick with my dew and seemingly way ahead of my brain. With a moan, I turn my naked form onto my front, allowing gravity to push just the right amount of pressure onto my sweet-spot. I come in a rush; my blood thundering through my sweat-misted body as I pulsate around my fingers and Christian's shrieked name hangs in the sultry air of my bedroom.

I HAVE to fuck him and it HAS to be today. I simply cannot wait any longer or I will lose what's left of my sanity.

I turn onto my back again and stare are the revolving mahogany blades of the ceiling fan. I must ring Tony later and see who he knows in the AC business. Even in September, Malta is as hot as Hades and the fans just recycle the warm air. I rise shakily from the bed and push open the window. It's only 5:45am so the breeze coming in off the glistening sea in Mellieha Bay is still welcomingly fresh at this hour. It sweeps over my damp skin and reminds me of how sweaty I am. Knowing I have to face someone who always seems to look like the epitome of perfection, I head for the shower to freshen up.

Twenty minutes later wrapped in a sarong and still damp from my shower, I push open Christian's bedroom door.  I'm thinking breakfast followed by a dip in the pool - hoping that the memories of our session yesterday will get his juices flowing enough for me to tempt him into bed...

Oh. Holy. Christ...

Christian is sprawled in the middle of the bed; arms crossed over his face with only the rumpled sheets covering his modesty. His torso is stretched out thanks to the position of his arms and every inch of his six-pack is aligned in hard slabs of muscle. Now he is properly exposed to me for the first time, I can see all the hard work in the gym with Claude is obviously paying off. Despite losing some weight due to his illness, he looks like a Greek God. Michelangelo himself would weep over those parallel lines of muscle, forming an inviting V that points down to his magnificent cock...

My mouth waters and my body gives an involuntary spasm at the thought of that cock. Being this close to taking him, has me literally on the verge of losing my self-control. No man has EVER affected me so.

Get a grip, Elena. This will never do!

Summoning what little resolve I have left, I will my feet out of the room. It won't be me who returns my sweet Prince...

                              ...But my alter-ego.


I step back and admire my handiwork. I have managed to wrap Christian's wrists in silk scarves and tie them to the bedpost without disturbing him. Three remaining silk scarves and a flogger sit waiting on the bed. I sashay over to the window and open it to let the cool air in. I'm purposely wearing my favourite black basque, stockings, garter belt and thigh-high boots, knowing the effect this outfit has had on Christian in my boudoir.

Time to wake the real Sleeping Beauty...

I suck my thumb then run it across his beautiful deep pink, pouty lips. Hazy steel blue eyes slowly slide open as thick, copper lashes flutter like butterfly wings.

"Good morning," he breathes sleepily as he focuses on my face, looking utterly adorable...


I arch an eyebrow. "Good morning," I begin breezily. "Did you sleep well...PEACHY??"

His eyes suddenly widen at my sharp tone and I can literally see his synapses firing awake as reality dawns. He goes to move his arms and gasps as he twists his neck and sees the scarves. He twists again and meets my gaze.

"Holy fuck...did you pack all this stuff? And Christ...You're in my favourite outfit!" He blurts, cheeks infusing with colour as blood rushes to his face and...Elsewhere...

I run a finger down his cheek. "It's not just you who's desperate to fuck, Peachy." I look down at his impressive erection that is tenting the sheet barely covering his hips. He follows my gaze and his blush deepens. "That is...If you still want to? I can untie you immediately if you prefer..?"

"NO! No, I want this. I want YOU." He states adamantly and my heart soars in response.

"Good," I smile and grab the glass of cold water I had placed on the nightstand. "Drink all of this. I need you to be well hydrated for what I have in mind."

He nods eagerly and begins to gulp the water down. He pulls his lips off the rim suddenly. "I bought condoms. They're in my toiletry bag in the bathroom..."

Crap...Contraception. Its been so long since those dark days in my early twenties when I'd found out I was infertile, that broaching the subject with Christian has escaped my mind. This was not the time nor place to visit that dark chapter of my life...

I take a deep breath. "I'm not going into details now, Christian, but we won't need them. I...I can't have children." His eyes widen at my statement and begin to cloud over.

Shit, the last thing I need right now is his pity! Get to the point, Elena!

"...And anyway, I went and had a full health check last week just to be certain - even though I haven't had sex in over a year - and as you're still a virgin, I think we're good to go, don't you?"

There is a pause where Christian seems to absorb everything I've just thrown at him. He frowns momentarily as I hold my breath, then suddenly his face erupts into a smile like the sun breaking through the clouds after a month of rain.

"Oh hell, yeah!"

I can't help but laugh at his exuberant enthusiasm. He makes my heart sing with joy like no one else ever has. I cup his face and kiss his perfect mouth. "I've waited a long time for this..."

** I KNOW I KNOW!! I'm sorry to cut it short, but I know how much you were all waiting for an update and it's Christian's birthday today and I wanted to give you all something for your patience and perseverance with me! As I've said before, I am a bit of a perfectionist and I won't publish anything I'm not 100 % happy with. Unfortunately I've been struggling lately, but I'm slowly getting there and I promise I will do my best finish this chapter off in the next couple of weeks. I can't thank you all enough for your continued love and support. Love and very best wishes, Beth xx**

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...