A Fifty Shades Fan-fiction!
Destiny Langston has dealt with nothing but heartbreak her entire life, but she never let that define her as a person. After one incident during Christmas, she vowed to never let another man into her fragile heart, but th...
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My hands were clenching my wild, messy curly hair, all while I was trying to control my heavy breathing, as Christian and I laid there in complete silence. As soon as my parents retired to the bedroom for the night, I texted Christian and told him that I was coming up, and let's just say...the rest is history.
"Tell me everything about you." He spoke, breaking the silence between us.
"Everything like what?" I questioned.
"Everything you feel comfortable with telling me. Your parents mentioned a sister earlier. Is she your only sibling?"
"Not in the least." I murmured, rolling over onto my side. "Okay so... there's the oldest, which is Desiree. She's a stay at home mom, married, with a son and apparently another baby on the way. Then there's Devin and Devon, my older twin brothers. Devon is the VP of my dad's company, working to take over whenever my dad retires, and he's also married with two kids. Devin is a professional video game player, which I did not believe was a real career at first, but he makes six figures and he's living his best life so clearly I was wrong about that. He doesn't have any kids yet and from what I know, he's still with his longtime girlfriend Megan. Then there's me, the middle child, and then the youngest two are my twin brother and sister Demetrius and Demi. They are seventeen, graduating soon, and such a handful. Demetrius is a sports guy, who also loves music as much as the rest of us do, and he plans on playing sports professionally; while Demi wants to be a professional dancer."
"Your parents surely had a house full." He chuckled.
"Tell me about it." I smiled. "What about you though? Tell me about your family." His body tensed up a little, as I looked up at him. He had a blank look on his face, refusing to meet my eyes.
"I'm an adopted child. My mother is a pediatrician, one of the best, I might add. My father is a lawyer and he owns one of the most successful law practices in Seattle. You've met Elliot, of course, and he is the oldest. Then there's me, the middle child, and then there's Mia...my younger sister." Mia? Where have I heard that name before? A smile spread across his face at the mention of his little sister. I could instantly tell that he adored her something serious. "She drives me completely insane, both her and Elliot anyways, but I wouldn't change them for the world."
"That's so sweet. What about your birth mother though? Do you know who she is?" I asked. His entire body tensed once again, but it wasn't an awkward tense like before. This was an uncomfortable tense, which meant that I may or may not have unintentionally struck a nerve. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries."
"No, it's okay. I just don't feel comfortable talking about my birth mother."
"I understand. We can change the subject. So um...what do you do for fun?"
"Sailing, gliding, and flying my helicopter." He answered.
"You have your own helicopter? What am I saying? Of course you have your own helicopter, you're rich." I teased.
"Takes a rich woman, to know what a rich man has."
"Touché. But at least I can honestly say that I don't have a helicopter."
"But you could have one if you really wanted one. Besides... I have a license to fly and I couldn't even begin to express my excitement when I flew Charlie Tango for the first time." He said.
"Charlie Tango?"
"That's my helicopters name."
"I never knew men named their toys." I giggled.
"Only the special few do." He smirked. "What about you? What do you do for fun?"
"I do a little bit of everything, if I'm being honest. I sing, I dance, I play the piano, and I can cook. Not to mention, I could possibly do all of the above, all while online shopping and soaking in a hot bubble bath."
"That is something I think I'm going to going to want to see for myself." We both laughed, as I reached up and placed my hand on his chest, only to have him grip my wrist and remove it. "I don't like to be touched."
"Oh... sorry." I mumbled, as I sat up in the bed. I noticed that he had permanent scars on his chest, but I was too afraid to ask how they got there. He seemed adamant about not being touched, so I made a mental note to watch where I put my hands from now on.
My clothes were trailing from the bed, into the hallway, and I wasted to time climbing out of bed to retrieve my clothes. Knowing that Taylor was somewhere nearby, I slid on one of Christian's t-shirts, before following the trail of our clothing.
Oddly enough, I ended up in front of his sex room, and I couldn't resist the urge to push open the door and go inside. The light was dimmed, but I could still see clearly, as I looked around the dark red room. I could physically imagine women hanging my their arms and legs from the ceiling, while Christian beat them and have them begging for mercy. I'm sure that's not how it works, but after he showed me the room the first time, I curiously did some research and even watched a little BDSM porn. It wasn't my cup of tea, but it did excite me a little bit.
"What are you doing in here?" I heard Christian's voice, as I jumped out of my skin, quickly turning around to face him.
"God, you scared me!" I gasped, slamming my hand over my chest. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy or anything, but the door was open and I got a little... curious." I told him.
"Curious, huh?" He closed the door behind him and crossed his arms, slowly making his way towards me. "Right where you're standing is where I would have my submissive kneel. She'd only be in her bra and panties, with her hands resting on her thighs, waiting for me to come in and retrieve her."
"Then what happens?"
"Anything I, or the dominant, want to happen. You see... the dominant calls all the shots, while the submissive only speaks when spoken to. They say 'yes sir', 'no sir', or they use their safe word."
"Safe word?" I questioned.
"Yes. A safe word is something the submissive would use if they want their dominant to stop. For example, if red were the safe word and the submissive said that word, then the dominant would stop with no questions asked. It's important that every submissive have a safe word, so they can test their limits, and let their dominant know what they are comfortable with and uncomfortable with." He explained.
"So let's say I allowed you to tie me up and have your way with me. If I don't like what's going on, all I have to say is red, and you'll stop?" I wanted to fully understand what he was telling me.
"Yes. I would stop, unrestrain you, and you would be allowed to leave." I continued looking around, not bothering to respond, as I thought long and hard about what he had just told me. I can't believe I was actually considering giving this a try, especially after I bitched about this being a resemblance to slavery. "Are you thinking about reconsidering?" I turned and looked at him, nervously biting on my bottom lip, as I ran my fingers through my curly hair.
"I'm not sure." I answered honestly. "This isn't something I'd be used to, but maybe...maybe I can give it a try."
"I want you to be absolutely sure first. If you don't like it, you can use your safe word, and I'll stop. I'll even get rid of my playroom once and for all, just to prove that this is something I can live without." He said, standing directly in front of me. Ugh, was I really about to agree to this? I think I was.
