Fifty Shades Of Grey: My Years With Elena #Explicit [Fifty Shades] #fanfic

CHAPTER THREE

"Oh! You're up early, darling."
Mom breezes into the kitchen where I am wolfing down scrambled eggs and bacon. She's looking very smart in a sharp navy suit and yellow blouse.
"Mrs. Lincoln has a lot of work for me to do," I say by way of an explanation.
And I can't fucking wait to get over there.
She never came back out to me. When I knocked on the door to tell her I was leaving, she was on the phone. She paused her conversation long enough to say 'same time tomorrow, Christian' and just waved me off like nothing had happened. She didn't even check with me whether I could, or even would, go back. But there was just something in the way she said my name, which made all my hair stand up. I need to find out what the hell is going on with her. She's one hell of a sexy woman for sure, but she's older, married and one of mom's friends for fucks sake! But...if she wants me, I'm more than up for it. In fact I've got a bit of a sore hand, from being up for it for most of the night...
"Breakfast, Dr. Grace?"
Mom smiles fondly at Helga, our housekeeper. She has recently been widowed and has now moved into one of our spare rooms with her Goddamn irritating daughter Gretchen. She's about ten and just follows me around, staring at me at every opportunity. Mia thinks it's sweet. Elliot thinks it's hilarious. Trust her to latch onto me and not him. No one in their right mind would want to latch onto that ass-wipe.
"Just coffee and a breakfast muffin, thank you Helga."
Mom sits down opposite me. "So...Elena's working you hard then, darling?" She says with an indulgent smile.
ELENA? The siren has an exotic sounding name. Mmm...
"Umm...there's a hell of a lot of rubble to shift, that's for sure." I say trying not to blush.
"Well I hope she's not taking advantage of you just because Linc's away."
I look at her in surprise. "Linc? Her husband's called Linc Lincoln?"
Sounds like a dumbass.
Mom laughs. "No, darling. He's called Roger, but everyone calls him Linc. Even Elena." She sighs softly. "She must get very lonely in that huge house. Linc spends a lot of time away on business. God only knows why they want to build another extension when it's just the two of them."
I shrug. "I didn't really get much chance to speak to her. When I arrived, I introduced myself and she walked me through what she wanted me to do and left me to it. She brought me out some lemonade..." I pause as the memory hits me sharply in the groin. "Umm...yeah and that was it really. She was on the phone when I left. She just called out same time tomorrow."
Mom nods. "Well, just do what you can, darling. Looks like it's going to be another scorcher today, so pace yourself, drink plenty of fluids and make sure you keep applying sunscreen."
I roll my eyes and then smile. "Yes mom."

*****

Twenty minutes later I am ringing the front doorbell of the Lincoln's home, with trembling fingers.
FUCK! Get a grip!
After what feels like an eternity, she opens the large oak door.
"Christian," she says huskily. "You're very punctual. I like a man who comes on time."
JESUS CHRIST! There wasn't a word that slipped silkily from that arousing mouth of hers, that didn't just make my cock twitch.
"Umm...cool."
Great comeback, dipshit. Thought you were trying to impress her.
She smiles sexily at me. She is dressed all in black again, this time in some tight, velvet cat-suit number, which my fingers itch to stroke. I desperately try not to stare at her.
"So, just more of the same today, Christian. Is that okay with you?" She asks, her ice-blue eyes glimmering.
I take a deep breath.
Okay...here goes nothing.
"Yeah - if by more of the same, you mean more kissing."
Her eyes widen and her hand rises swiftly. This time I am ready for her. I wait until her hand is literally millimetres from my face and I grab her hard by the wrist.
Unfortunately, I hadn't counted on her being ambidextrous.
THWACK!
FOR FUCKS SAKE! NOT AGAIN!
My head spins as my opposite cheek is slapped hard, but this time, her hand continues to move and she grips my hair hard at the back of my head, pulling me painfully towards her face.
"So...you want to play games with me, do you Christian?" She growls softly.
"Ahh...Mrs. Lincoln...Elena...Ahh..."
"Let go of my wrist, Christian." She orders.
I reluctantly let go, purely because my scalp is almost crying in pain.
Her face is now level with mine and I look deep into her blue eyes. Something has changed. They don't hold the warmth they had earlier. They are now cold, hard. Angry even.
Shit! I have really overstepped the mark. She's going to tell my mom and I'll be faced with even more crap to deal with.
"Answer me," She breathes.
My head is spinning.
What am I meant to say to her? Yes, I want to play games with you? That sounds totally wrong. And what about my parents and Linc? And what's with the painful hair pulling?
"I...I..."
"Don't hesitate, Christian. A simple yes or no."
"Yes...I want you to kiss me...but I don't want my parents or Linc to find out." I whisper.
She suddenly throws her head back and cackles loudly. "Oh my dear boy! I don't want them to find out either!" She places her free hand on my jaw and still holding me painfully by the hair, she pulls me down onto her lush, red lips.
YES! Finally!
Despite my lack of experience, I kiss her back with everything I have. My scalp is now throbbing painfully, but I am used to dealing with pain and I can easily find that place deep in my psyche that deals with it. I wrap my arms around her and my fingers grab her fine ass. She lunges sharply backwards, her nails scratching my scalp and her teeth grazing my lower lip.
AHH! What the Fuck?
"DID I SAY YOU COULD TOUCH ME?" She snarls.
"I'm sor..." I begin and it's as far as I get before she slaps me hard across the face. Again.
"I will tell you when you can touch me. Do you understand?" She snaps.
Funnily enough, I understand much better than you can ever comprehend.
I nod, not wanting to say the wrong thing again.
"Good." She straightens up and looks at me. Her eyes have thankfully regained some of their earlier warmth. "Go and get some ice on that lip, then I want you to go and move as much rubble as you can till noon. You can have your lunch on the patio. At 1pm sharp, I will expect you on the second floor. Third room to your right as you come off the stairs." She narrows her eyes at me. "Don't make me wait."
"I won't." I assure her, hurriedly.
HOLY SHIT! She wants me in an upstairs bedroom? This suddenly got WAY more exciting!
"Off you go then," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand.
I rapidly scurry off, my head scrambled, my lip throbbing and my erection scraping painfully against the seam of my shorts.