A/N Thank you for all the reviews. PLEASE keep them coming. Sorry I didn't post last weekend but I was away.

This chapter does involve details of Christian and Elena, But please in my story he is 18.

Chapter Four

He stood opposite Elena in her large kitchen diner and he idly wondered if she had ever cooked in her life as he looked over the polished chrome stove and immaculate marble work tops.

Elena brought back his attention as she sauntered over to him, all swinging hips as her heels clicked against the flag stone floor and he tensed instinctively. She had barely spoken to him on the way home and was yet to allow him to say anything to her. She held out the glass in her hand for him to take and he gratefully wrapped his fingers around the cool bowl of the glass.

Elena sighed with impatience and rolled her eyes at him, oh how he hated when she did that, he set his jaw to remain quiet as she took the glass back from him and placed his fingers delicately around the stem instead as she handed it back to him.

"Better" She nodded before turning back to pick up her own glass.

Christian took a large, welcome gulp from his glass to calm his nerves, swallowing down hard.

"Sip it! For goodness sake, Taste it! That's Sancerre. You're not drinking to get wasted now Christian."

Christian lifted the glass back to his lips and this time took a sip, taking a moment for the crisp flavour to flood his mouth and focussed on the taste, before he swallowed and as he saw Elena smile in response, he felt the proverbial weight lift from his shoulders at seeing her pleased.

"Elena… About today…" He paused as he slowly watched her set down her glass on the counter behind her, lifting her chin patiently waiting for him to continue. "You see, Elliot likes Kate Kavanagh, he gave us all a ride to school so he could get to her. It was just circumstance and if I had known I would have taken my own car… I did try…"

Elena smirked. "And you believe that? You think this girl didn't plan that? She set her sights on you; her mother told me how she had floated in on her little cloud sixty-nine after your encounter last night. She want's what's mine and she'll manipu-…"

Christian shook his head. "No. Ana isn't like-…" The slap struck his face before he even saw it coming, knocking his face sideways as he saw stars with the ringing sting of his cheek and blinked them away, taking in a deep breath to control his rising temper.

"I let you fuck me with that mouth. I do not expect it to answer me back, defend some little whore or speak her name in my presence with it!" Elena jabbed a highly manicured finger at him, emphasising every word as she bristled with fury.

Gingerly he lifted his adrenaline charged hand to his face and looked at her from the corner of his eye.

"You spilt your wine. Go and wait for me. " She snapped.

Christian looked down at the floor, seeing most of his wine was indeed over his shoes and the flag stones beneath his feet and without another word or glance at Elena he placed his now nearly empty glass on the counter beside him and walked out of the kitchen, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

He still remembered his first time; Elena had called him inside with the lure of an ice cold Pepsi that day, a far cry from the San- what did she say it was called again? She had stalked him around the same kitchen island she had just slapped him against and reprimanded him for kissing her the day before. Telling him that boy's like him, a boy that had strayed from the tracks despite being given such golden opportunities, a broken, selfish boy had no right in kissing her. And then she had kissed him again. He was nearer her height back then, only fifteen and unlike the kiss the day before this one didn't stop and before he knew it he was in her marital bed as she rode him mercilessly to oblivion. He hadn't lasted long and looking back he was ashamed at just how quick he had been. But she taught him how to control himself, she'd taught him a lot of things, she taught him everything.

He folded his shirt up and placed in on the concrete floor of the basement before pulling his tee shirt up, over his head his muscles still protesting from the night before as he worked on unfastening his belt and dropping his jeans and boxer briefs to his feet. Toeing off his sneakers and stepping out of his last remaining clothes he folded them neatly and placed them with the others, knowing Elena hated a mess.

His cheek still sang from the strike of her hand as he took up his position on the ground. His knees' bearing constant grazes from the coarseness of the cement he knelt down on, and he waited.

And he waited.

His eyes were growing heavy despite his discomfort and his legs began to grow numb.

As he shifted his weight he finally heard the clicks of her heels as she descended the same stone steps of the night before and he lowered his eyes and waited for the creek of the door.

"I've cleaned up your mess-…" She began before giving a sigh. "Oh. You always look such a fine sight like that Christian…" Elena mused as she walked around the room lighting candle after candle around him.

"I wonder… What should I do to you? What do you deserve…" She continued in a purr, but he knew better than to reply until she released him from this position and gave him permission to do so. Instead he kept his eyes down, watching the shadows from the flickering candles dance over the skin of his hands. "Oh, don't get me wrong…. I know what I would like to do to you…" She stood in front of him and ran her fingers through his mass of unruly copper hair. "So beautiful…" She pinched his chin between her thumb and fingers and lifted his chin; Christian kept his eyes averted to her patent blood red stilettos as she roughly ran the pad of her thumb over his lips. "Look at me" She whispered and Christian instantly turned his eyes up to look at her. His impartial expression instantly faltered as his eyes widened and his jaw fell slack in her hand.

She wore a red, boned corset, delicate trims of fine black lace adorning the fabric in all the right places, leading his eyes to her tightly synched waist, making her curves a perfectly defined figure of eight. Her ample breasts seemed a breath away from spilling over and he lowered his disbelieving eyes to her legs, black fishnet stockings with red rosettes adorning the high tops and then his eyes came to rest on her bare, naked sex just inches from his face.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, her hips rocking as her hand slipped slowly from his jaw back to his hair before she curled her hand into a fist, tugging his head back hard making him gasp.

She stepped a foot aside each of his thighs, holding his head back by her grip in his hair as he looked up at her through hooded eyes. Completely at her mercy, his fingertips twitched against his thighs, desperate to touch her.

"Shhh now, let's teach this mouth its place shall we?" She breathed gently as she hovered above him, just a tongues length away from his lips, the scent of her arousal flooded his senses and he opened and closed his mouth with unformed words as he looked up at his mistress.

"Taste me…." Her voice was barely audible but he heard it as if she had screamed it.

Christian rolled his eyes closed gratefully and extended his tongue to run through her slick folds, his tongue dancing. He longed to lift up on his knees, to seal his mouth over her and devour her and fought with his impulse to do so, causing his muscles to strain with the tension.

He heard her breathing pick up speed and is face creased with the sweet agony of want and he gave a sob of desperation as she ripped his mouth away from her and took a step back, nearly causing him to fall forwards.

"So, Let me tell you about teenage girls shall I Christian baby?" She sauntered over to the locked chest at the far end of the cellar, deliberately swinging her ass with every step. "For one…" She turned to face him, running her hands over her body. "…They don't look like this." She wagged a finger at him. "Oh, no, no." She turned back away from him and bent at the waste, giving him a clear, unrestricted view as she unlocked the chest and searched through it for something. Christian was barely listening as he let out a long, slow, deep cleansing breath.

Elena straightened suddenly and turned around triumphantly with a ball gag hanging from her index finger and Christian's eyes flickered from it to her as she meandered back to him. "Open wide baby boy…" No sooner as he done so, the ball was jammed between his teeth and the strap buckled tightly around the back of his head. The residing taste of her that had remained on his tongue instantly stolen by that of rubber as his jaw was jammed open.

Her mouth was so talented, her tongue. The things she could make him feel as she took his cock between her lips, his arms stretched out taught and tied tightly above his head and his legs much the same beneath him, he lay on make shift bed that she used down here. She straddled his thighs and he could do nothing but take and absorb the feeling as her tongue swirled around his base, flattening against the underside of his cock to his tip, using just enough teeth to make his hips jerk the little amount they could, he was so close he was trembling, the blood coursing through his veins, pounding in his ears, his cry of desperation muffled by the gag as she let him slip from her lips with a pop.

"Teenage girls can't do it like that baby…" She shook her head slowly, frowning sadly.

He panted heavily, his nostrils flaring as he lifted his head to look at her his grey eyes blazing. It was the second time she had denied him release, the first with her hand, her finger expertly finding that spot deep within his ass that he once could never have imagined would be enjoyable.

She screamed out as she come, her breasts now falling freely over the top of her corset, bouncing as she continued to ride him, her head thrown back. He shook with the need to follow her, he was on the edge. His cock throbbed within her tightness and as he tensed and closed his eyes ready to finally have his release, she reached between them and tightly pinched the base of his cock, holding him firmly as she lifted up onto her knees and shifted her hips the cool air hit him, his eyes flew open wide with wounded, fearful disbelief. He shouted, begged "No, please!" As he pulled and twisted against his restraints, but yet again it only sounded as a muffled cry, his jaw now aching.

She reached over his prone body and patted his cheek. "My poor beautiful, gorgeous boy… And there lies your most important lesson of the day." She caressed his cheek lovingly wit the back of her hand "Teenage Bitches cock tease." She stated bluntly as she dismounted him, swinging her leg of him and landing both feet to the floor gracefully before shimmying her corset back up her body to cover her breasts once again. She reached for some scissors kept easily accessible by the bed and snipped through each of his bindings, releasing him.

"Get dressed, let yourself out. I'll call you when I want to see you again. Do not pleasure yourself. I will know… I'm going to go take a bath." She turned and walked out, flicking on the light on her way out, making him squint as he sat up wearily and battled to unfasten the gag.