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

CHAPTER TWELVE

Six Months Later...

The flogger lashes repeatedly against my skin. I cannot see, I cannot move and I cannot speak. My Dom has utter control over me and I am his to do with as he pleases. I am quiet, meek and
                             ...utterly Submissive...

The past six months have been nothing short of an education. I have learnt not only to accept control, but to assert control over my own body. I no longer pant uncontrollably like Lassie on heat. Even now - cuffed and spreadeagled against Adam's St. Andrews Cross - I am calm; putting every ounce of my trust in Adam's Domination over me.

The lashings come to a stop and I listen acutely over the melodious Spem In Alium playing in the background; my hindered senses heightening others. I hear Adam rustling around and my anticipation grows. Suddenly, something soft brushes my sensitised skin and I know it's the feather duster Adam bought just for me. It has a long, black wooden handle, short, tightly packed downy feathers at the base, then longer individual black feathers - like Raven's wings - coming out of the top.

He swirls the duster around my breasts, down my stomach and round the insides of my thighs, where I am particularly ticklish. I squirm and pull on my restraints with a muffled groan. He brings the duster to my waist and I feel him circling me, then his voice is in my ear.
"Do you want me to fuck you now, my Venus?" He rasps.
I nod frantically. I have been on the verge of climaxing for so long, I'm amazed I have somehow managed to control it.

From behind me I feel Adam untie the ball gag and I stretch my mouth and jaw in blessed relief. Then his hands are at my temples and he lifts off my eye mask. I keep my head lowered as I blink rapidly, trying to re-focus to the light. I see Adam's bare feet and legs walk around until they are in front of me.
"You may look at me." He snaps.
I immediately lift my head to find him stroking his impressive erection - not that it ever needs much encouragement...
"I've had to wait over a week to fuck you, because that miserable, small-cocked bastard took you to Manhattan because of business," He hisses the last word, obviously annoyed that I was still highly invested in making Linc's business a success, despite being unofficially separated.