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

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

"Breathe..." She whispers seductively in my ear.
FUCK!
I let out a pained breath as her fingers glide over my paralysed hand and she strokes me firmly from root to tip.
'Control, Christian. You are nothing without it...'
The unexpected, but timely intervention of Elena's voice in my head snaps me back to reality. I remove my hand and grab her tightly around her wrist, halting her movements and making her gasp.
"Don't touch me anywhere else. Is that clear?" I almost snarl.
She looks at me with wide Bambi-brown eyes, then nods.
"Good." I breathe in relief as I let go of her wrist. "Continue."
There is a few moments pause where I fear she might run off, but she starts again, squeezing and stroking with exquisite expertise. I settle back into the seat and focus my attention back to the stage. Bijou's naked body is now covered in pink lines from the flogger and her skin glows in a fine sheen under the spotlight. She looks utterly divine. Ajani moves to stand in front of Bijou, faces her and then with a swift flourish, he removes his black cloak like a matador. The crowd go nuts. He has the kind of lean athletic body Bastille would be proud of. His muscular back alone looks like it has been chiselled by the Gods themselves and a swift pang of jealousy washes over me. He stalks to the back of the cross and kneels behind it. Suddenly the handle of the flogger is thrust from behind between Bijou's legs and he begins to see-saw it against her mound in time to the music. All my skin has now broken out in sweat and I can feel my leather jacket clinging to my saturated shirt.
Why the fuck didn't I take it off?
I can't take it off now as it would mean disturbing Blondie and I'm not doing that when I'm so close to the edge. I grab my tumbler, scoop out a shard of ice and place it into my scorching mouth, welcoming the icy blast as I suck on it.

Back on the stage I can see Bijou trembling. Ajani withdraws the flogger and her mound glistens with arousal. There is a pause...and then Ajani slides on his back through her legs. He leans up, grabs her thighs and buries his head in her pussy. The spotlight goes out and is replaced by the lights strobing and flashing above them.
"Faster..." I growl at Blondie.
The music builds to a crescendo in time to the lights and I let go, gloriously spilling out like hot lava over her fingers. I'm about to close my eyes to savour my orgasm, when Bijou suddenly lifts her head and her dark eyes connect with mine. I gasp as our eyes lock and I feel her orgasm hit her as acutely as I'd felt mine. I might only be a shadowy face in a crowded room, but at that moment in time I'm right there with her as her mouth opens and she cries out her release. Her head lolls backwards into the v of the cross, the music dies and all of the lights go out.
Fuck. Me. If I'd known it was going to be this good, I'd have come here months ago.
I feel Blondie expertly wipe me clean and I quickly tuck myself back in again. The lights gently come back up and Bijou is off the cross and dressed in Ajani's cloak as he holds her hand. The audience erupts into rapturous applause and they walk to the front of the stage and bow gracefully. I feel Blondie begin to slide away, but I reach across and grab her hand. I lift it to my lips and place a gentle kiss across her knuckles.
"Thank you."
"Sure thing, sir. Happy to help." She grins. "Do you want another Bourbon?"
I shake my head. "No thank you. I'd like a large glass of iced fresh orange juice please."
"Coming right up."
Bijou and Ajani exit through the drapes and the men reappear to remove the stage. I finally peel off my sweaty jacket and wipe my face and neck with a napkin. Using the light of my mobile phone I flash it on my crotch under the table looking for any tell-tail stains. To my relief Blondie seems to have done a great job at keeping it contained. She arrives with a tall glass of juice and I hand her a hundred dollar bill.
"Keep the change."
Her eyes widen and she gasps. "But..."
I shake my head. "I insist. I've never had such excellent service," I finish with a wink.
She smiles shyly, totally disarming me. "Thank you so much, sir. That's incredibly generous. Can I get you anything else?"
I take a large slug of deliciously cold orange juice. "No thank you." She nods and collects the bowls off the table. A thought hits me. "I never caught your name." I say sheepishly.
"It's Sandy." She beams.
I raise my glass to her. "Sandy, it's been a pleasure."