Love Is For Fools - Fifty Shades Of Grey: Elena's Story #Explicit [Fifty Shades]

CHAPTER NINE

"Will it support my weight?" I ask, looking questioningly at the table.
"There's five inches of solid Perspex encased in steel. It would safely hold a family of hippo's, so I'm sure you'll be fine." He walks around until he is facing me in front of the table. He holds his hands out to me. "I would never put you at risk, Elena." He says with quiet authority.
I nod, satisfied and put my hands into his. He kisses my knuckles and supports me as I climb unsteadily in my skyscraper heels onto the clear Perspex. He lets go of my hands, undoes his cuffs, unravels his tie and undoes the top three buttons of his shirt, all at a leisurely pace. He then sits gracefully on the sofa in front of me, as I gaze down at him.
And pant.

He links his hands and stretches his arms out in front of him, making his fingers crack. Reaching forwards he places his large, tanned hands on my ankles and slowly moves them upwards towards the edge of my stockings. Finally breaking eye-contact, he traces his fingers across the lace of my stocking tops, my suspenders and then lifts up my skirt, exposing my panties. He makes a low growl.
"Black stockings and underwear. Always. Understand?" He orders quietly.
"Y-Yes. I understand." I breathe.
"Good." He states...Then buries his head between my legs.
I gasp in surprise and wobble in my heels. He grabs my buttocks firmly, steadying me as my fingers sink into his thick, dark waves and hold on.
He inhales deeply and purrs in appreciation. "You are here of your own free will, Elena. Remember that. What are the safewords?" He asks against my skin.
Shit! "Umm...yellow and red. G-Green if I want you to start again."
"Good girl. I hope you don't need them - especially tonight." He pulls away and looks up at me. "Now, let's get you out of these sexy panties..." He slides his fingers into the lace, twists and shreds them easily.

"They were new," I mutter as I hold my hands out for them.
He smirks at me as he takes my torn panties and surprisingly places them on the table. "I gave you your first pair to familiarise yourself with your scent. All your panties from now on belong to me."
I gasp. "But what are you going to do with them? Have them framed and put on display?"
He chuckles and points to an ornate chest of drawers to the left of the sofa; carved from the same black wood as the bed, with brass locks and handles. It has two drawers and four legs shaped like lion paws.