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

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

I stand frozen to the spot, staring at Davina's naked body as she sits upright. I can't hear anything except for my own screams inside my head, as I feel the walls close in.
No...Please God...NO...
"Like what you see?" She purrs seductively.
Not really...you're making me nauseous...
Panic has seized me and my breathing is rapid and shallow. I feel like I'm going to have some kind of seizure, when suddenly Elena's voice cuts clearly through my anguish.
'Control, Christian. You are nothing without it.'
Immediately I know what to do. I stand straighter - helping myself to breathe deeply from my diaphragm and calm my panicked breaths. Davina is gazing at me, still smiling seductively.
Showtime Grey!
"What the hell are you doing, Davina?" I snap.
She looks taken aback for a couple of moments then recovers quickly.
"What do you think I'm doing?" She asks softly as she begins to stroke her pert little breasts.
I stand and watch for a count of ten, then undo my jeans and push them down my thighs a bit.
"If you're trying to turn me on, Davina, it's not working." I point to my flaccid cock.
She gasps at my harsh words and I feel like a total asshole, but I hold my nerve.
Davina swallows - some of her bravado slipping. "Well...maybe I can do something to help you," she suggests as she reaches for me.
I grab her by the wrist and grip it firmly, moving it away from my groin. I slowly bend until I am inches away from her face.
"Do you really want me to fuck you Davina?" I say in a low growl.
She gasps again and now her bravado has totally gone and she stares up at me with wide eyes.
"I have very particular tastes when it comes to sex and you getting me here under false pretences and trying to seduce me, does nothing for me...as you can see." I take a deep breath as she continues to gaze in trepidation. "If you want me to fuck you, we do it my way, or so help me, I will throw your chair through the Goddamn window and make so much noise, the whole of Massachusetts will come running to see what's happening in here. "
She nods. "Okay," she whispers with a slight tremble to her voice.
"Excellent." I let go of her wrists and straighten up, looking around her room. "I find straightforward sex far too mundane and boring. I like to spice it up with a bit of role play. For today, you can be the damsel in distress - kidnapped by some lowlife - and then you are rescued by the hero. I'll play both the kidnapper and the hero. Okay?"
A smile tugs at her lips. "Okay...That actually sounds quite...hot."
I grin at her.
Oh you have no idea...
"Right I need a few things to set the scene with..." I pull my jeans back up and walk round the bed, flinging her wardrobe doors open. Rummaging through I pull out a woollen scarf and two belts. Walking back around to where she is sat on the bed, I stand in front of her.
"Kneel on the bed and face the headboard." I order.
Smiling, Davina gets into position.
"Good. Now clasp your hands and hold them out in front of you."
Davina does so and I loop the belt around her wrists, pulling it firmly and then threading the other end through the headboard rails before tying it in a secure knot.
"Wow," Davina breathes and I'm secretly pleased she seems to be going with it.
"Hush," I snap. "I'm your kidnapper and I'm making sure you can't run...or reveal my identity."
Folding the scarf in half lengthways, I reach across and place it over her eyes, tying the ends securely at her nape. I release a breath I didn't know I was holding and relax a bit. Now she can't see, make any sudden movements or touch me and I start to feel better.
"Shuffle back until I say. Further...Okay stop. Lean forwards and rest your elbows on the bed. Good."
I place my fingers between her shoulder blades and slowly skate them down her warm skin. Davina moans in response and my groin pulses.
If it wasn't for my deep feelings for Elena, I could get off on this...
I reach her ass-cheeks and give them a good squeeze. She moans again and I shiver. I look down and her dark pubic hair has begun to glisten and I can smell her musky arousal...
Focus Grey!
I take a steadying breath. Grabbing the other belt I bend it in half.
"You've been a naughty girl haven't you?" I breathe.
"Yes..."
I lash the belt across her ass-cheeks.
"OWW! What the FUCK, Christian?"
"Hush," I soothe as I stroke the welt on her skin. "I'm your kidnapper remember? I'm punishing you before the hero comes and rescues you and then fucks you into next week."
"Ohhh..." She groans and her musky scent becomes stronger. I slip the tip of my knuckle through her slickness, barely brushing the soft pink folds.
"You like that, don't you?" I whisper, awed at myself.
"Yes..." She moans. "Please, Christian."
"All in good time," I rasp. "Before the pleasure...comes the pain." I lash the belt across the ass-cheeks again, but lower this time, at the junction where it joins her thighs.
"AHH! Fuck!"
"Hush."
I stroke her ass and notice that tiny droplets of her arousal are now slipping out of her furry haven and I collect them as I brush my knuckle through it.
"Christian..." She pleads.
My eyes scan the room and rest on her desk. My eyes light up.
"Hush now, don't move. Just relax."
I pad quietly across to her desk and pick up a similar digi-cam to the one I bought Mia. I spot something else too on her desk and grinning wickedly I pick it up and place it into my pocket. I snap the light on and flood the room with light.
"What are you doing?" She pants.
"It's a bit dark in here. I want to see you properly so I can rescue you."
"Ohhh...Yes..."
"I think I'd like some music." I press play on her small boom box on her dresser and I'm greeted by Destiny's Child. I adjust the volume and flick the camera on, the sound muffled by the music. I hesitate for a moment.
Should I do this? It's a little unfair. Maybe I've taken it as far as I should. I've had my fun, now I should just walk away and leave her hanging. Wonder what she's taken photos of..?
Curiosity gets the better of me and I switch over to playback and scan through the photos.
Christ, why aren't I surprised? Photo after photo of her in various states of undress posing sexily. She really does love herself. Oh - at least there's a few normal ones of May on here...
OH FUCK!
I am horrified by what I've just seen and suddenly this whole set up makes perfect sense. Gritting my teeth, I flick back to photo mode and begin to snap, Beyoncé's powerful vocals drowning out the sounds.
"Christian..?"
"Yeah...Just getting undressed." I lie.
"I can't wait to have you inside me," she moans.
"Yeah..?" I head to the door. Putting the key I found on her desk into the lock, I twist it and pull on the handle. "Well you'll be waiting a FUCKING long time, bitch." I snarl though gritted teeth.
I open the door and May - who must have been leaning on it as she kept guard - stumbles backwards into the room. I grab her and steady her.
"Pack your stuff up and come to my room." I hiss as I wave the camera at her and she pales and clutches her throat.
SHIT!
"Sorry May. I meant, come and stay with me till we find you another room. You need to get away from her." I whisper.
I swing the door open fully as girls flood the corridor heading out to the usual Friday night parties. May stands frozen, gazing at me as if she can't believe her eyes. I gently grasp her chin and point it towards the bed.
"In the meantime, enjoy the view."
May gasps then giggles. Grinning, I saunter out of the room.
"Hey girls, you might wanna check out the party Davina has going on in her room."
The last thing I hear over the gales of girlish laughter is Davina's awful shrill voice.
"CHRISTIAN!"

I rush into my room and lock the door behind me. I rip off my t-shirt, kick off my sneakers and head into the bathroom, turning on the jet of the shower and wincing as I yank down my jeans boxers and socks. I'm ridiculously hard, fuelled by lust, desire and sheer adrenalin over what I've just done.
I get into the shower and place both my hands on the cool tiles as the welcome warm spray cascades over me. I grasp myself firmly as images of Davina trussed up and completely at my mercy come to my mind. I move my hand up and down my rigid length as visions of her pussy - slick with arousal and begging me to fuck her senseless - dance behind my eyelids. I crank up the speed and as her ass - pink from the bite of the belt - comes into my minds eye, I explode violently over and over, spraying the tiles with thick spurts of cum, before sinking to the shower floor, my blood thundering through my veins and my body heaving with wracking sobs.

I don't know how long I sit crying on the shower floor. I feel so confused...

Why did punishing Davina feel so damn good? Yes - she had it coming and after the photos I found of poor May on her camera, she totally deserved what she got. Doesn't explain why I got so horribly turned on that I had to run to my room and jerk myself off though. And WHY am I getting so upset? It's like a wound has been opened deep in my psyche or something...