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

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I abruptly let go of his cock, as I feel all the blood drain from my face.
"Christian," I begin hoarsely. "Just how old ARE you?"
"I was fifteen in June. How the hell are you confusing me with my asswipe brother?" He asks bitterly.
I stagger backwards as my legs almost give way, my mind screaming.
FIFTEEN!!! HE'S FUCKING FIFTEEN FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! And I was about to...
HOW THE FUCK DID I GET THEM MIXED UP????
Somehow, I grab my discarded robe and wrap myself in it.
"You need to leave." I pant, sheer panic taking over. Where the fuck are the handcuff keys???? He's only fifteen! FUCK!
Christian frowns at me. "What? Why?"
OH. MY. GOD. "WHY? Jesus Christ, Christian why do you think? Fuck...if Grace or your dad find out, I'll end up in jail - if they don't kill me first!" My body heaves in a silent retch as I look frantically around the room. "Where the fuck did I put the keys to unlock you?"
"But...but you said whatever we did in this room, stayed in this room. You PROMISED." He pleads.
"That was before I found out you were still a child!" I shriek at him. Miraculously, I find the errant keys in the pocket of my gown and yank them out.
There is a sudden jerk from the bed so powerful, all the cuffs rattle. Christian bucks wildly against his restraints.
"I AM NOT A FUCKING CHILD!" He roars, his voice reverberating around the room. "I stopped being a child a VERY long time ago when everything I cared about was taken away from me. If you only KNEW the shit I have had to deal with...The shit I'm STILL dealing with, you wouldn't call me a FUCKING CHILD!"
He has broken out in a sweat that glistens all over his furious face. His hair is a glorious, tousled mess and those damned eyes of his, sparkle and glimmer like mystic sapphires.
Even in his absolute anger, he is still simply breathtaking...
I take a deep breath. "Okay..." I begin gently, trying to placate him. "I'm sorry. I really am, Christian. It was just such a shock. I've made a terrible mistake. But when you showed up on my doorstep...having never have met you...Forgive me, Christian, but you don't look like your average fifteen year old! That's why I thought you were the oldest."
Time is suspended as he continues to glare venomously at me. Slowly, his features settle and he relaxes back on the bed. I move to unlock his wrist nearest to me.
"Do I really have to go?" He whispers, looking imploringly at me.
"Christian..." I begin. Does he seriously think he can stay?
"Elena...Ma'am..." Christian interrupts. "These past twenty four hours since meeting you...have honestly been the best time I can remember for YEARS. I wasn't joking when I said I'm still dealing with a lot of shit from my past." He takes a deep breath as I pause with the keys in my hand. "There are days...days when I feel like I can't even...BREATHE. The moment you cuffed me and took control...I don't know...I felt...LIBERATED...Like a huge weight I've carried around with me for years, had suddenly...LIFTED..."
WOW. Just what kind of personal hell has he been living with?
I stand motionless and dumbstruck by the bed, torn between freeing him and helping him.
"Can't we just give what you had in mind a try? Please? I swear on my life I won't tell a soul outside this room," he vows and I know just by looking into his deep blue eyes that he means it.
"Christian...Being a Domme...It's all about punishment, discipline and sexual satisfaction, whilst I have full control." I rub at a knot in my forehead. "Given your past...I could mentally damage you further...and as for sex...Well THAT isn't going to happen!"
To my amazement, Christian nods. "I appreciate that, I really do. But could we explore the discipline aspect? And what exactly do you mean by punishment?"
I sigh. "Why are you so eager to try this?"
He gazes at me, eyes so wide and blue it's like I can see into his very soul. "Because nothing else has ever helped me."

I swirl my black suede flogger against the bare skin of his muscular legs, making him squirm.
"KEEP. STILL." I hiss.
"But it...Tickles..." he wheezes, pulling against his restraints.
"It's all part of learning about discipline, Christian." I instruct. "Your body and mind react to the torment and want to get away. You have to learn to ABSORB the sensation and the only way you can do that, is to focus on me and nothing else."
"I'm TRYING..." He whines.
Am I being too gentle with him? This was only meant to be a short introduction, but I need to see whether he is really capable of adapting...
In the next breath, I lash the flogger hard across his shins. Christian screws his eyes shut, lets out a loud, unearthly scream and lifts off the bed, cursing violently.
SHIT...
I drop the flogger to my side as I watch him gradually settle again. His eyelids flap open and his eyes find mine.
"Again," he breathes.
I frown at him but he nods, fisting his hands, all his muscles tightly bunched in anticipation. I raise the flogger and lash him again in the same place. He screams another expletive, but this time doesn't lift quite so viciously off the bed and settles quickly.
His moist eyes find mine. "Once more. As hard as you can." He stares determinedly. My eyebrows shoot up but he holds my gaze. I take a deep breath, pull my arm back and strike him with all I have. This time there is no movement, no sound, not even a curse. He lays motionless on the bed, his body pulled tight and tear droplets falling silently from the corners of his eyes. He breathes heavily, eyes screwed tight...
...And. Just. Doesn't. Move...
FUCK!!!!
"Ch-Christian?" I begin in a hoarse whisper. "Say something, please..."
He still doesn't move or respond, and just when I'm really starting to panic, his mouth opens.
"I am so fucking hard, I'm going to be jerking off for a week!"
I gasp audibly and look down at his groin. I'd been so focused on his face, I hadn't even noticed. Tenting proudly at the centre of his hips, is an erection that makes my mouth water with desire. I hurriedly close my eyes, take a deep breath and compose myself.
Just why does he effect me so? And why the hell am I so damn attracted to him? This is so inappropriate...and so FUCKING annoying!
I turn away from his tempting hips and go to finally unlock him. I look towards him sternly, but find he is grinning impishly at me and looking utterly adorable.
That's it. I crack.
I grab his face and plunge my mouth onto his, ignoring the screams from the demons inside my mind. Christian responds eagerly, practically lifting off the bed towards me, before settling back down. When the screaming finally dies down, I wrench my mouth off his. His eyes flap open, but I finally feel back in control.
"Eyes down," I snap.
He looks at me for a beat, then lowers his gaze.
Thank Christ. All logical thought seem to disappear when he looks at me with those damned mesmerising eyes of his. I move back towards his feet.
"There is a bathroom down the hall. Go in there and see to your needs." I unlock his ankles and move up towards his wrists. "Do NOT leave it in a mess. I expect to find it exactly the same way I left it. Do you understand?" I hiss as I unlock his final cuff.
"Yes, Ma'am," he breathes, eyes still downcast.
"Good. When you are ready, you can go home."
He swings his legs off the side of the bed and sits up. I take a step back and unbidden he sweeps his gaze upwards towards me.
"When can we do this again?" He breathes, eyes swimming with intensity.
OH. CRAP. Seriously - what is it with him? Why can't I seem to say no?
I mentally go through my plans for the next week. "Tuesday is the next day the house should be free. Do you have a cell?"
Christian finishes tying up his sneakers. "At the moment, I don't even have an allowance," he mutters bitterly.
Oh yes. The wayward son Grace and Carrick had originally sent to me as a punishment...
"Just go to the bathroom, Christian and then wait for me in the kitchen. Help yourself to lemonade."
He gives me a long look, then nods and leaves the room.
**********
I hand Christian a large brown envelope as he finishes his drink. "What's this?" He asks peering inside.
"It's an old cell phone of mine you can have. Keep it hidden and keep it silent. I've stored my cell number in there. You can contact me via that for now. There's also a hundred and fifty dollars for this week. Use some of the money to buy Grace a decent bunch of flowers and maybe a nice dessert for everyone for after dinner. They'll appreciate the gesture and I'll ring Grace and tell her how well you're doing. Maybe they'll ease up on you a bit."
He looks up from the envelope in wonder, like a child on Christmas morning. "Wow. This, this is so cool, Mrs. Lincoln. Thank you. No one has ever done anything for me like this." His blue eyes glisten and sparkle and I have to tear myself away. I swing the back door open and step aside.
"So...Tuesday, unless I hear any different," he confirms.
"Yes. And don't forget the dessert and flowers. Pay attention to the little details, Christian and the big details will sort themselves out. You'll see. And promise me any of this goes no further, or I cut all ties." I finish sternly.
"I won't say a word to anyone, I promise. I would never risk ruining something that could be life-changing." He takes out a wad of ten dollar bills out of the envelope and pushes them into his back pocket and then tucks his T-shirt into the front of his shorts. Finally, he folds the envelope over as small as it can go and slips it down the front of his T-shirt, where it sits securely against his hip. He straightens himself and lifts his eyes to mine. "Thanks so much again, for everything, Mrs. Lincoln." He beams as he steps outside into the sunshine. He turns to leave, but I call after him.
"Christian...You may call me...ELENA..."
He looks at me and smirks. "Sure thing, Ma'am..."

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