Christian's Yearning

CH30

~ Cat and mouse games ~

Elena is in the bath finishing last minute primping; she is meeting Christian at ten this morning. No breakfast or lunch, ‘a meeting’ he called it, a ‘visit’ she insisted.

 All day yesterday, she was at the spa. Today, she is baby-smooth all over. She stands up and dries while she walks to her 360 mirror and critically looking at herself she smiles deciding that she looks good, better than good actually.

She extends her neck and examines for wrinkles, there are none. She applies her makeup, her favorite look of smoky eyes, concealer, lipstick, and blush. The trick is not to overdo it, use a base that matches the skin tone - pinching the cheeks doesn’t work we all know that, only stupid young girls think that actually works, right? She makes sure her eyebrows look just right.

She laughs at her inner dialog. Sometimes she wonders if she should call her sister; they used to bond about makeup and clothes –Edna refuses any contact after Tim and Elena’s beach sexcapade. Edna and Tim are divorced for nine years now, but the sisters never made up. It was a fuck and not even that good, Elena tried to explain. Edna severed all contact; well that is her loss. Elena retouches her eyelashes and verifies that there is no redness or undesired puffiness.

Elena had her platinum-blond bob touched up yesterday, all she has to do is put some product and brush. There is a small patch of dry skin just below her right elbow, so she uses extra moisturizing everywhere – one little patch means there may be others, and we do not want him to discover any. She dresses and makes her way to Escala like she has done a million times before.

- Christian became a man at her hands; he is the man he is today because of her. He is her master piece. She can see the scenes in her mind as if they were yesterday, she never forgotten them. Maybe she should dig up some of the videos, for memory sake…

The first time; he was so nervous. He was cute, and oh those beautiful eyes. She kissed him and slapped him. Took him to her dungeon and used a crop on his legs. He was so pliable and sweet after the tough angry layers were peeled.

She knew what he needed. She started their relationship to help him reach his potential. Somewhere, between the first kiss and the first fuck, it became for her pleasure and he did not seem to mind. He learned fast and his tentative touches became more confident as time went on.

Grace and Carrick never suspected; they thought the therapist at that time actually helped. Christian’s grades improved – if Grace complained at all, he did not get to fuck and he always wanted to fuck. A smile brightens her face. Even then he had stamina!

She thought him control in such delicious ways. She usually wore one of her black leather outfits – they make her look hot. The first time she tied him to the cross, she put on a performance for him, trashing and moaning she finished herself in front of him. He was not allowed to touch her and he was not allowed to come. He had no control at all then; she counted on it.

“Why do you deserve this, Pet?” She asked him as she tied the young Christian to her Saint Andrew’s Cross.

“Because I came without permission, Mistress.”

“That is right, Pet. Control, you need to learn control.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She caned him ten times. “Pain and Pleasure are different sides of the same coin...”She would tell him.

After repeating the same scene over and over again, eventually, he learned. After that, she brought others into more intricate and exhilarating scenes. Christian came as she expected, and as expected she used the cane on him, graduating from ten to twenty times. Each and every scene, until he learned control, and control he learned.