I don’t know what they expected from me. I was just a 15 year old kid for fucks sake….
And, one already fucked up kid at that. Yeah, I was acting out..fighting at school, talking back to the only people that have ever shown me love, Carrick and Grace. They didn’t deserve it. They found it in their hearts to adopt me and give me a normal home, but, if anyone knew then how to overcome what I went through in the first 4 years of my life…I wish that they would’ve let me know.
I guess that’s where Elena Lincoln came in. You may know her as Mrs. Robinson. A long time friend of the family..with a secret of her own. But, to me she was exactly what I needed at the time. As fucked up as it was, she taught me how to take back control of my life.
I remember that it was a scorching hot summer day…I was a somewhat normal sophomore in high-school. Carrick and Grace had me outside in the backyard raking leaves…a punishment for a fight that I started in school. Of course, we had people to do that, but..they had to punish me somehow, I suppose.
Elena was over that day, visiting with mom. She uncharacteristically decided to come join me outside, and, I found that extremely odd since she never talked to me that much in the past. Maybe it was because I all of the sudden sprouted up and was beginning to fill out. I was becoming a young man…and, we all know now just how much she likes younger guys.
She walks over to me, handing me a glass of ice cold fresh lemonade. I drink it down then wipe the sweat from my brow. I can see her eyeing me, like I was about to be her next meal, and she hadn’t eaten for weeks. It made me uncomfortable, but, at the same time…I sort of liked it.
She was incredibly sexy. Tall, blond, tan. Forget the fact that she’s a close friend of my moms…she is what we’d call..the ultimate M.I.L.F. Any teenage boy would be stoked to hit that…but, little did I know at the time, that she would be the one…doing all of the hitting.
She starts talking to me about all of the trouble that I’d been in recently. She had this theory, that..with the proper..discipline .. .as she called it, that I could get control of my life, as opposed to throwing it away, like I was doing. “Darling boy”…she called me. “Let me show you sometime just what I mean.” Her eyes scan my shirtless chest, then trail down as she bites her lip before looking back up, meeting my then innocent gaze again.
Someone get this woman a bucket for all of that fucking drool…Christ…
I try to get her to explain what she had in mind, but, she just tells me to meet her at her house later tonight. She will be home alone, and will make up something to get my parents to let me come over..since I was “grounded” at the time.
I agree… obviously intrigued. Deep down I think I knew that she would be seducing me, and the thought excited me…I was an angry fucked up kid with raging hormones for Christs sake. What guy wouldn’t be excited at the thought of a sexy older woman taking their virginity. Again..I had no idea just what sort of seductress she actually was.
I arrive at her house later that night. It’s practically a mansion, very impressive. She wastes no time, leading me to a room in the basement. Obviously, a secret room.
Inside it looks pretty normal, but, after she reveals what is hiding behind a thick curtain that is hung on the wall, I now know what I’m in for. My eyes are wide, my mouth is now hanging open. I stand there silent looking at all of the implements of torture that hang on the large wall, I look over at Elena wondering just what the fuck she’s about to introduce me to.
“Darling boy, don’t just stand there with your mouth hanging open..get undressed.” She says with a devious grin on her face, her tone is demanding, bossy, arrogant.
I’m frozen. I’m not getting naked in front of my moms friend. What the fuck should I do? Alright..I came thinking..maybe even hoping that she’d seduce me, but..now I’m actually nervous, and to be honest, a little more than afraid of some of the shit that’s hanging on that wall.
“Darling…I wont tell you again..now, take off your clothes. We have much to do, and not a lot time” She walks over to the wall and takes down a long leather stick with fringe on the end. What the fuck is she going to do with that? She turns back to look at me to see if I’m doing as I’m told. “Christian…now.” She snaps. I’m still frozen.
Fuck, who am I to argue.
I reluctantly remove all of my clothes…
She walks towards me, snapping the stick against her palm.”On your knees, darling.” She orders.
And, before I know it, I’m naked on the floor, kneeling before her. And, so it begins.
Christian Grey…the submissive.