Chapter 7

Christian stepped back from his father and the unexpected question. He felt his heart race wildly. "Did she say that I did?"

"No, Ana will not discuss what happened between you two." Carrick stepped forward. "Did you hit that little girl?"

Christian had never been afraid of his father in a physical sense until this very moment. He knew that his father knew something about his life. "I didn't mean for it to happen…it got out of hand."

Before Christian could say anymore and before Taylor could react, Carrick slugged his son sending the young man to the concrete. "If you ever touch her again, I will forget that you are my son. I did not raise you to be abusive to women. You want to hit someone, go the gym and punch on your trainer." Carrick stood over the boy. "She doesn't deserve that. What if someone did that to your sister or your mother?"

"Dad, you don't understand." Christian came to his feet wiping the blood from his split lip. "You still got it, Old Man, I will say that for you." He had to laugh. "Dad, we need to talk."

Christian and Carrick sat in the Audi SUV with Taylor standing next to the vehicle giving them protection and privacy. Christian explained everything about his sexual exploits. Carrick listened in calmness trying to keep his stomach from rolling.

"Damn, son…at fifteen? Why didn't you tell us?"

Christian hung his head. "I was afraid. She said you wouldn't love me and I didn't want you and Mom to hate me." Both of Christian's hands were in his copper curls. He never wanted his Dad to know his deepest and darkest secrets. "Please, don't tell Mother…it would kill her."

"Damn it Christian, I have to tell her. That woman pretends at being her best friend and she molested and abused you for all those years. I never cared for Elena Lincoln or that prick of an ex-husband of hers, but now I fuckin' hate her. If the statutes of limitations were not in play here, I would take the bitch down today."

"Dad, she helped me. I was out of control. She taught me how to channel all my anger."

"She fucking abused you, son and made you believe that it was for your benefit. Christ, son, for you being so damn bright, you are one stupid ass. And, why in the world did you ever think that a girl like Ana would be interested in such a relationship?" Carrick took a deep breath. "Listen, Ana is a sweet young lady and she deserves a loving and caring relationship with a man who respects and cherishes her. If you want her, son, you better get your shit together, because right now, you don't deserve her."

"Fuck, Dad, I know that, but I can't let her go. I love her and I want her."

The elder Grey saw the pain in his son's eyes. This boy was hurting for the love of his life. "Then, son, you better find a way to live without this shit if you want her. Do you really love her or is this your pride? Is she the one that got away?"

"Dad, I love her. She is the one." Christian declared. "She's the one that I want to marry, and I want her anyway I can get her. I will give it up. I will give up anything or everything to have her."

Carrick understood the depth of feeling that Christian was experiencing. He felt the same way about his Grace. "Okay, then, do it. Give it up and go prove to that girl that you love, respect, and cherish her more than anything in this world….and fucking stay away from that whore."

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Pride in workmanship is a value for anyone who wishes to create. This same pride was in Elena Lincoln when she relived through her naughty memories of a very young Christian Grey that submitted to her and her every want. She molded him into a pillar of strength and control. She took an angry social misfit and turned him into a sex good that could fuck like a full fleet of sailors on leave. She watched him grow from a gangly youth into a lean, hard, mass of muscle. With his new-found outlet for his anger he began to excel in school. He stopped fighting and drinking. If he faltered and slipped back into his old ways, Elena was available to give him a taste of the cane to improve his attitude. In her mind, she did nothing wrong. He was ripe to take and mold into her boytoy. Their relationship lasted for five years with Christian as her submissive, but one day, he turned the tables on her and she became his submissive. For a year, she enjoyed the strong deep fucking of her creation as she taught him the ropes of being a Dom. With his new confidence, he quit Harvard before his senior year to his parents' dismay. Once again, Elena invested in her creation by giving Christian the seed money for his new venture into mergers and acquisitions. Within a year, she got a very great return for her investment and the sex was wonderful. When he achieved his first million dollar goal right after he turned twenty-one, he shut down their sexual relationship and moved on to younger women. He did use her to find his preference in Subs, they had to be petite, with brown hair and blue eyes. She watched him go through fifteen subs in seven years. They never had sex again, but she still had her claws in him. She made sure that she was the only one that he could talk with. She became his sounding board and he invested in her businesses and even kept them afloat when she made a bad business decision. She still had fantasies of Christian returning to her side and her bed. Even though she had trained other young men for her pleasures, none of them could compare to Christian Grey. Those boys did not have the deep seeded anger like Christian that fueled his every movement. His every thrust, his every swing of the cane or flogger, and every throb of his cock came from that deep seeded anger that she taught him to channel.

Elena Lincoln patted herself on the back for a job well done. Her only failure was that she could not stop time. She could not fight time's nasty little trick on her body and face, but she did put up a good fight. She would go to Beverley Hills at least twice a year for procedures to attempt to keep her youth. She underwent facelifts, brow lifts, a nose job, boob job, liposuction, and Botox treatments to maintain some resemblance of the beauty she had in her twenties. Elena always wore black to slim her hips from those extra pounds that bothered her, and the black made her platinum blonde hair stand out. She always stood out because of her height and the five-inch heels she always wore.

Elena hung up the phone and found her fingernail file to shape her long red well-manicured nails. She did enjoy owning a beauty salon and did her best to be a walking advertisement for her Esclava Salons. She tapped her fingers on the desk and checked the time. It was almost time to close up and go home to her little boytoy that should be waiting for her in the playroom. She had an extra nasty scene planned for this evening that included the taser, handcuffs, and her favorite cane. She just wished it was Christian under her power instead of the sweet-faced fifteen year old boy she had in training. She did check her email account one last time, but there was nothing from Christian nor had there been in any phone calls from him. Ever since he started spending time with that little brunette he met in Portland, he was unavailable to her. She was hard pressed to remember the last time that they had one of their business lunches or had dinner at The Mile High Club. Even though she was frowning in frustration, her face muscles were unable to register the emotion on her face. "Oh, Christian…it's time for you to come home. It's been too long baby and I need your sexpertise!"

She was about to shut off her computer when the phone rang and from the caller I.D. she saw it was her dear friend, Grace Trevelyan-Grey.

"Hello, darling Grace." Elena sang with her fake warmth.

"Hello, my dear Elena. I'm just calling to remind you of the final Coping Together Planning Dinner this evening at my home at seven sharp. I do hope you can make it." Grace said sweetly.

Elena rolled her eyes. The last thing she wanted to do was sit around with other high-society do-gooders and plan for an event to help people who were stupid enough to waste their lives on drugs. "Oh, my…I totally forgot Grace dear. I have a business meeting with the accountants." She pretended to be shuffling papers. "Maybe, I can reschedule…let me try…"

"Oh, no, Elena, don't do that. I will call you later in the week and fill you in on the final preparations. We can go out for lunch and maybe do some shopping."

"That sounds like heaven, darling. Just let me what day and time. Um, Grace, I'm sorry but I need to get going if I'm going to get closed and on the road."

"Oh, yes, of course. Have a good evening, Elena."

Elena rolled her eyes and snorted with glee. Yes, her good, dear, stupid, never questioning friend, Grace Trevelyan-Grey who had no clue the depth of depravity of the activities that Elena participated in with Grace's little precious boy. Wouldn't Mama Grey be shocked to see the photographs that Elena had of Christian tied up, flogged and at her mercy. Elena laughed evilly as she walked out of her office shutting off the lights.

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The chatter of women greeted Carrick as he strolled into the dining room. He went straight to his wife and kissed her gently on the cheek. "Darling, I apologize for my lateness."

As always, Grace felt her breath catch. After all the years of marriage, Carrick Grey made her heart sing. Their love only grew stronger. "I'm just glad that you are home." She whispered to him.

"It's good to be home, my sweet girl." He gently touched her face. This woman was his rock. Being close to her calmed him. He turned to the ladies who quieted when he arrived. "Good evening, ladies. What a joy to have so much beauty in one room. I am a very fortunate man." Grace had to smile. Her man was so charming. She knew that Elliot had picked up Carrick's style of charm and was very successful in regards to the ladies. She watched him as he went around the room greeting and charming the women before he took his seat at the head of the table. Gretchen quickly poured him a glass of wine and presented a plate of food. "So, what have we decided so far…"

Carrick paced back and forth in front of his desk in his study. He had to tell Grace about her so-called good friend molesting their son, but he hated the idea. He knew that this would destroy his beautiful girl. Grace loved and trusted people very easily. There wasn't an evil bone in her body. "Fuck."

Grace said goodbye to her final guest and made her way to her husband's study. He had told her during a quiet moment that he needed to speak to her and that it was very important. Grace knew something was wrong because Carrick had four glasses of wine during the meal. Carrick enjoyed a cocktail, but he drank in moderation. She saw the worry in his eyes when he thought she wasn't looking. He fooled their guests, but he did not fool her.

Carrick swallowed hard as his lovely wife joined him. His eyes went up and down her shapely legs when she sat on the sofa. He felt his body tighten for her. "Would you like a drink?"

"I could take a gin and tonic." She said lowly. She felt his eyes on her. She licked her lips as she considered the sexual joys that they had together through the years. "Did you have a difficult day, my love."

Carrick chuckled. His wife knew him so well. He fixed her drink and brought it to her. "We have a situation that I am sure that is going to upset you a great deal."

"Oh, god…what did Christian do now?" She said wide-eyed. Her heart was racing. She didn't mean to sound as if Christian was their problem child, but through the years he had been the most difficult of their children.

"It isn't what Christian did, but what was done to him." He sat next to her and placed his arm around her slender shoulders. He could feel the worry tremor through her body. "Honey, our boy was sexually abused by an older woman when he was fifteen and she introduced him to a lifestyle that is not generally accepted in the mainstream."

"So, he is gay?" She asked bewildered.

"No, our son is not gay. Honey, he was introduced to BDSM and has been in the lifestyle actively for many years."

Her slender hand went to her mouth. "Why? I don't understand…who?"

Carrick closed his eyes. He squeezed her shoulder for support. "Elena."

Grace shot to her feet. "NO! She wouldn't! She is my best friend. She would never hurt Christian."

"Honey, he told me. It was the summer he turned fifteen and went to work for her doing yardwork. She molested him and started him into the lifestyle. He was hers for six years. I don't understand all the terminology, but he says he was her Submissive for five years and then her Dominant for a year. She was the one who gave him the money to start his business."

Grace was quiet as the anger flowed through her veins. How dare that woman touch a hair on her precious son's head? She had heard rumors about Elena and her ex-husband, Walter Lincoln and their sex life, but she dismissed them as rumors. Elena presented herself as a lady with a loving and caring heart. Elena was always volunteering to help with charity events and at the hospital. "She used me." Carrick sadly nodded in agreement. "She used me to get to Christian. I confided in her about his issues." The tears began to flow. She felt faint. "Oh, god…the children at the hospital….oh my god." Carrick was up and catching her as her knees buckled. "I served them up to her…she's a pedophile."

"I am looking into it, Gracie. She won't hurt any other children ever again."

"What about Christian? What damage has that bitch done to him?" She wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Ana…oh god…did he with her…but…oh god."

"That's why she left him. She couldn't do it. She tried because she loves him, but in the end she walked away."

"Oh, the poor girl. I know that she is deeply in love with him. And, Christian…he is over the moon for her."

"I know, honey. He does love her and he wants her back but our little Ana is most stubborn and refuses to talk with him." He sighed deeply. "He wants her, Gracie…he wants to marry her."

"Marriage? Christian?" She had to laugh even though her heart was pained. "And, all these years we thought he was gay because he never seemed interested in girls." Her laughed turned to sobs. "Oh, Carrick…now what? We have to stop her somehow."

Carrick's jaw set in determination. "No worries, my love, I'm taking care of it." He kissed her forehead. "Believe me when I am done with that bitch she won't have a thing left in Seattle."