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***CHRISTIAN GR...
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We sit in the deep, warm, soothing bath, just looking at each other. My past relationship with Elena is not a subject I really want to discuss with Anastasia, but it seems that she can be every bit as tenacious as her friend Miss Kavanagh. I realize that she's not going to give up on this until I give her some more information.
I think back to when I was that angry fifteen year old young man. I was an unapproachable loner, with no friends. My body was teeming with hormones, as well as anger, frustration, resentment, and confusion. I had very strong urges and needs, but I couldn't bear to be touched by anyone, so sex was out of the question.
YOUNG CHRISTIAN
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My parents insisted I had some counseling with some asshole therapist, but that was no help whatsoever, and I only went to the appointments to keep them happy. I found that drinking helped to numb things, but it also meant that I lost what little control I had, so I got into lots of fights. Really bad fights. I even toyed with the idea of drugs providing me with an escape from my turmoil. I was only a step or two away from descending onto the same path to hell as my birth mother.
And then Elena took control of me.
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After Elena slapped my face and then kissed me that first time, I didn't know what to expect when I went round to her house the next day to carry on with the work in her yard. When I got there, she was nowhere to be seen, but she'd left me a note.
Christian. You have five minutes. Come upstairs. First door on the right. Take all your clothes off and leave them in a neat pile by the door. Knock on the door, then enter the room and kneel in front of me. Do not speak unless I instruct you to do so. Mistress Elena.
I read the note several times over, my pulse racing, my hand shaking. What should I do? Leave, run for the hills, never to return? Hell no, this was the most exciting thing ever to have happened to me, so I quickly did as she bid. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I entered the room, stark naked, and saw Elena wearing a black leather corset, a short black leather skirt, a garter belt with black net stockings, and black leather stiletto boots. She was lovingly fingering a cane that she held in her hand.
