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

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

I put the phone down and Linc looks over at me from where he is going over blueprints on his desk.
"What did Tony want? Is everything okay in Malta?"
I shake my head. "There was a bad storm over the weekend. Mellieha got hit pretty badly. Tony said the Villa's okay, but there's been some superficial damage we need to check out." I rub the back of my neck. "When are you next free? We could go over for a week and catch some sun at the same time?"
Linc screws his eyes shut and I don't know whether it's from stress or spending time in the Villa for the first time in separate beds.
"Honey, it's a lovely idea and Christ knows I could do with a break, but you know how snowed under the business is at the moment. I head for Texas in two days, Matt's on paternity leave and Jeff's still in Manhattan overseeing the Bartolo build. If Tony thinks it's just superficial, it can wait a few weeks until I can clear my calendar for a bit."
I sigh sadly. I know he's right, but I can't help feeling a little pang of disappointment. Since our separation, we haven't gone to the Villa or anywhere really. It's probably the only part of our relationship I actually miss.
"It's okay Roger, I'll call Tony back and ask him to just keep an eye on the place. I knew going now was a long-shot. Do you need me for anything after I speak to Tony? I was going to do some gardening whilst it's sunny."
Linc sighs and turns towards his laptop. "No, Ell go ahead. I need to make a conference call with the Dallas contractors in a few minutes anyway to go over these plans."

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"That's it Christian...keep it right there..."
"Yesss...Oh fuck, Elena..."
"I'm...I'm...Oh...CHRISTIAN!"
"ELENA! Oh...FUCKKKK..!"
I have pruned my rose bushes and now sit enjoying the late afternoon sunshine, sipping a cold lemonade and inhaling the sweet scent of my Woods' Roses from the many stems I have placed in a large crystal vase beside me. My eyes are closed beneath my sunglasses as my little tryst with Christian plays out under my eyelids. It was the first time I had briefly ceded control to him and watching him come TWICE in quick succession was utterly exhilarating. Normally, if a Sub lost control to the point they came on me, they would have been severely beaten and not been able to sit down for a week. But Christian's youthfully exuberant attempt to try make me come for the first time - which lead to him accidentally exploding onto my thighs - didn't anger me in the slightest. It had quite the opposite affect. In fact it made me WET. But that was over three weeks ago as he's been really poorly with glandular fever and it feels like a lifetime since I saw him last. I've been getting really antsy these last few days and can't stop fantasising about jerking him off as I suck on his magnificent cock...Which then just keeps leading me to thinking about fucking him. My desire to jump him and fuck his brains out gets stronger with every liaison and I know Christian is desperate to pop his cherry sooner rather than later.
But is he really ready..?

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"Oh dearest, that's so kind of you. Christian will really appreciate it."
I beam benevolently as I sit in one of Grace's comfortable armchairs. Three more infernally long days have gone by. Christian had text to say he was feeling a little stronger, but he was still not allowed to leave the house.
Well...if the mountain won't come to Mohammed...
At my last fitness session with Claude, I had asked him if there were any books or magazines I could get on kickboxing to take round for Christian. Claude had recommended a few different titles, so armed with those and a huge bag of candy, I had headed round to Grace's to surprise him. I've never been one for masturbating, but since the episode with Roger's toothbrush, I've invested in one of my own and it's certainly been helping dull the ache since Christian's absence.
Who knew my IMPROVISED VIBRATING DEVICE would turn out to be so useful?

"...He's finally showing SOME signs of improvement, Elena. His appetite is a little better and he's been pottering around the garden for short periods. I think he desperately misses his kick-boxing sessions with Mr. Bastille at your gym, but Claude said he wouldn't entertain training him for a while yet. It's still very early in his recovery."
I nod. "I know how much he enjoys those sessions with Claude. He really has come on in leaps and bounds..."
I stop mid-sentence. Christian hovers in the doorway, head-down, concentrating on adjusting something on his MP3 Player. A book is tucked under his arm and looks like one from the Harry Potter series. Grace follows my eyes and spots him standing there - still utterly oblivious to us.
She turns back towards me. "Well, this is a result! This is the first time he's been dressed and out of bed at this hour in weeks! CHRISTIAN! Darling - we have company!" She calls loudly to him. Something seems to register and he sweeps his eyes up to meet Grace's and he smiles his beautiful, enigmatic smile. Only then does he spot me sitting on the opposite couch, smiling lasciviously at him. His beautiful eyes widen as he gapes at me. My smile slips slightly. He looks pale and tired and has definitely lost weight judging by the way his shorts are hanging from his hips and the hollows in his cheeks. He rips his earphones out hurriedly as he enters the room.
"How are you feeling, Christian?" I ask, cocking my head to the side as I do when I question him in the Boudoir.
A rose blush slowly creeps up his neck and finally gives some colour to his pale features.