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The Garden of Eden

Part 2

Christian's POV

My birthday party was shit.

I've always hated parties. Now, I can add this one to the list as well as to my long list of fuck ups where my life is concerned. I can't believe Elena's behavior tonight. Why the fuck couldn't she have left well enough alone? I know she's pissed at me for "crawling back" to Ana, as she put it when she scolded me for it.

She swears Ana will break my heart again and leave me a broken mess. She doesn't hesitate to remind me of how she had to help put me back together during the five days of perpetual darkness I was in when Ana walked out on me.

Elena was pleased I was done with her then, and now that Ana is back in my life, Elena is more determined than ever to protect me from her. Why can't she see there is no need? As long as I give Ana what she wants, she will stay with me.

"You submitted to her," she yelled when she found out I fell to my knees at Ana's feet when I thought she was leaving me again because of my Leila fuck up. She hasn't yelled at me since I was 15 years old. "Christian, you are beyond that now. You are the CEO of your own company. You are the master of your own universe. How dare you fall to your knees for any woman. I have taught you better than that. For years I have molded you and for what? It sure as hell wasn't to have this no-account girl regress you back to a goddamn sub. I won't allow this to happen to you. I won't allow her to damage you so severely again."

"Enough, Elena," I told her. "Ana is a part of my life and you will accept that."

"The hell I will."

Now, unable to sleep, I check my cellphone once again.

I don't even realize I'm checking for her call until I feel the sting of disappointed at not seeing her name on my screen. I should have known she wouldn't call. Mom and Ana humiliated her tonight and I allowed it. Not only did I allow it, but I participated in it. I am sure she is hurt beyond reason, though she would never admit that she any feelings deep enough to hurt.

Leaving Ana to sleep, I move into the great room to play the piano. I pick a more upbeat piece hoping that it will help clear my mind and my foul mood.

I lost my only friend tonight in Elena.

I told her our friendship was over-that I never wanted to see her again. It was a knee jerk reaction. I was pissed at how she was disrespecting Ana and the fact that she chose to do it right after our engagement announcement. I knew how she felt about my relationship and the fact that I was giving up BDSM to be with Ana.

I knew the confrontation was out of concern that I was losing too much of myself. That I was sacrificing too much of who I am just to be with Ana. Elena doesn't understand love. I didn't either, until Ana showed me.

Elena never had anyone to show her. Perhaps, I am the closest she's ever come to the feeling.

Thorough the yeas, none of her other subs have ever been as close to her as I am. Of course, none was as young as I was, at least, none that I am aware.

The fact that she had to teach me everything about how to please her and the fact that she had to nurture me while doing it, made our bond all the more special.

It was like we both tapped into a bizarre type of mother/son relationship that filled a void in our lives. The sex was just icing on the cake.

I always felt like I was special to her. I always felt like I was first in line for her time and attention. I liked being so special to someone. I was never special to my own mother and as much as I knew Grace loved me, I had to share her with Elliot and Mia.

Elena was mine. She was all mine and as long as I pleased her, I was able to do with her whatever I wanted. I trusted her to do with me whatever she wanted. She was respectful of my boundaries. Even when she was beating my ass, she was always respectful of my hang-ups. I could relax with her, knowing that she wouldn't really hurt me.

Now, I've lost that special feeling tonight and I don't quite know how to be without it.

Elena was my beacon.

She was the one person I could go to for advice when I'd lost my footing. The one person who could get me back in focus when I'd lost control.

No one could remind me of myself the way she could.

Even in my weakest moments, I was a king in her eyes and she insisted that I act accordingly. She showed me how to hone every skill, from my choice in clothes, to my taste in music, food, and wine.

With her watchful eye, I perfected my cockiness.

She made me believe I was Christian fucking Grey before I actually was Christian fucking Grey.

Her faith in my abilities has always been unwavering.

Mom and Dad will never understand the depth of our friendship and neither will Ana.

It only proves to isolate me farther from them.

I can't tell anyone how much I am hurting right now. They would disprove. They would see me as weak or wrong for caring so much about the woman who seduced me at 15. The pedophile that is Mrs. Robinson. That's what Ana pegs her as. How could they understand me missing her now? Who could I tell my feelings about this to?

Elena. I could tell her. She would certainly understand me.

I pick up my cell to dial her number but stop myself. I get up from the piano bench and wander over to the bar instead, pouring myself a glass of bourbon.

I smile, bringing the glass to my lips, remembering the first time Elena caught me hungover from drinking.

She was watching me from her living room window as I approached her front door, struggling to keep one foot in front of the other. How she noticed it, I can't say. Mom and Dad never did.

"You're late," she said, letting me in.

"Very observant," I told her, stumbling past her.

I was eating a bag of Cheetos and drinking a grape flavored Gatorade, trying hard to deal with the hangover I woke up with. I had been out drinking the night before. I'd snuck into my room about an hour earlier, just in time for Dad to wake me up and tell me to get over to the Lincolns before he went to court. I didn't even have time to change out of my clothes.

I must have done a well enough job with Elena because she didn't say another word to me after that, so I went straight to work, breaking apart that damn mammoth magnolia tree in her garden.

When mom first said I was to help her, I nearly lost it.

No fucking way in hell was I going to break my back doing that shit in someone else's yard. At that time, I was barely doing the miniscule chores her and dad tried to give me. Christ, I was such a prick back then.

I relented, for two reasons.

One being, I hated disappointing mom, or Grace as I called her back then. She was still my angel even though I was too deep in my own shit to let her know.

The second reason was because her best friend was hot as fuck. She sure as hell didn't look like any of the mothers in the neighborhood, that was for damn sure. And she didn't look like any of the sluts for girls Elliot used to bring around and fuck right under mom and dad's nose.

Elena was all woman.

Elliot and I were both crushing on her. I don't know how many times we fought over her. Like either of us even had a chance in hell, or so I thought. So many times, I wanted to brag to my big brother the asshole, but I never said a word.

I promised Elena I would never tell and I kept my promise to her until tonight.

I remember the summer sun was high in the sky that day I showed up hungover.

It was also the first time she kissed me. I was sweating like hell with that alcohol still in my veins, so I took off my shirt like I had done the first day of work.

Exposing my chest was not something I would usually do, but I was alone in the garden. Only Elena's eyes were on me. She had pretty much kept her distance, but I could feel her watching me. Maybe she thought I was going to steal one of her damn magnolia blossoms.

I'd caught her watching me the day before when she was strutting around in that damn bikini. I almost chopped my fucking hand off. I was so busy checking her out.

"Son of a bitch," I yelled out in anger when I felt the sting of a bee on my stomach. Little bastard was on the tree branch I'd just picked up. His fucking stinger was sticking out of my skin next to my belly button and he was down on the ground at my feet. I stomped him with my high-top sneaker. "Fucking die, you piece of shit."

I went inside to put water on the sting. It was burning like all hell.

I was furious at that bee. The bastard not only stung me but took away the buzz I had going on since last night.

"Hey, lady," I called Elena when I saw her enter the kitchen. She was carrying a first aid kit. I guess she must have seen what happened. "Got anything for bee stings in there? The damn stinger is still in me."

"Come stand before me," she said.

"Nah, I'm cool. I can do it myself," I told her, grabbing for the kit to slide it over to where I was standing. She held tight to it, forcing me to look at her. I wondered what her fucking deal was.

"I won't tell you again," she said. Her voice was low and authoritative.

"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes at her as I did what she said. I wasn't in the mood to start any shit.

"Rolling your eyes is a very inappropriate thing to do. I won't tolerate such disrespect."

"What are you going to do, tell my mom," I teased her. Like I gave a shit what she did.

"Hardly. Grace can barely handle you as it is. She is much too lenient."

"Hey watch it, lady. That's my mom you're talking about."

"It will serve you well to remember that she's your mom. If it wasn't for her, where would you be right now? You need to show her some gratitude and stop acting like a snot-nosed, spoiled little shit with problems."

"Like you know anything about me."

"Everyone has problems, Christian. And most kids your age would love to have parents like yours."

"Yeah right. Whatever you say, lady."

I jumped when she slammed her hand down on the first aid kit, scattering its contents. I was going to ask her what her problem was before she stepped closer to me, almost threatening.

"If you whatever me one more time, I will slap the piss out of you. And you will call me Mrs. Lincoln. Show me some goddamn respect in my house, young man."

"Whatev…" I started.

The next thing I knew, my head went flying to the side and my cheek was on fire. It hurt way worse than that fucking bee sting at my stomach.

I was completely stunned. No one had ever slapped me before. Well, not since I'd grown old enough to fight back. But how the fuck was I supposed to fight her? She was a woman for fuck sakes. A hard hitting one at that.

I just stood there burning angry holes into her with my mouth open and my hand on my cheek. I saw the same anger reflecting in her eyes and it scared me a little. Its not like I was going up against another kid. Going up against an adult had different consequences, especially if she was friends with your mom.

I wanted to stay pissed. I wanted to lash out at her, but all I could see was the shoulder strap of her blouse that had come down. It was exposing the top of her left breast.

It was the first time I'd been that close to a tit.

I'd seen my share of them in the porn I would sneak and watch, but this was my first flesh and blood tit.

The real deal is nothing like that shit on TV.

Her eyes narrowed when she saw that I 'd noticed her exposed boob-top and didn't look away like I was supposed to. But she didn't do a damn thing to cover it back up either, so what the hell did she expect me to do.

"Keep still," she said.

"Huh?"

I was too transfixed on her tit to notice her pulling out the bee stinger.

"Shit," I yelled out, backing away from the little prick of pain.

"Keep still," she barked at me, annoyed that I hadn't listened the first time. I did what she said as she cleaned the area that was already starting to swell. "I would offer Benadryl but you stink of whiskey. Its disgusting."

"Its cough syrup," I shrugged.

I felt her hands still at my stomach. Her fingers were soft and gentle as they cleaned me. It sure as fuck didn't feel this good when Grace attempted to help me, not that I'd let her much back then.

My dick got hard in my jeans and her eyes narrowed at me. I could see she was furious again at my reaction to her.

Well fucking excuse me for finding her hot.

"Clean up this mess and get back to work," she ordered before walking away.

Whatever. I thought the word that time instead of saying it.

Without thinking about it, I put everything back in the first aid kit and went back out to the garden to finish my work.

I tried to get her tits off my mind and the feel of her fingers on my chest, but the sting on my face and stomach were constant reminders. Me sweating my ass off in the heat was not helping the sensations at all.

I tossed a huge branch in the new pile I created for that day just in time to see her walking towards me with a tall glass of Lemonade in her hand. She had changed into a mini sundress that left little to the imagination. It was skimpy and white. It clung to her curves, rubbing against them as she walked.

She took a sip of the lemonade before she offered me the glass.

"Hell yes," I said taking it, drinking it in a few gulps. Fuck it was cold and perfectly sweetened.

"The proper response would be thank you," she told me.

"Yeah, whatever. Thanks."

I handed her back the empty glass but she refused to take it, so I walked over to her patio and put it on the table.

I turned back around just in time for the palm of her hand to hit me again, this time on my opposite cheek. Then I was pissed.

"What the fuck is your prob-"

Before I could get the words out, her lips were on mine, roughly kissing me.

My first kiss and I had no clue as to what to do.

I stood frozen, my eyes wide, my mouth agape, and my hands up in surrender so she wouldn't touch my chest. Her tongue was in mouth. It teased my tongue and teeth before I closed my mouth around hers. I didn't really know what to do. Was I supposed to suck her tongue or stick mine into her mouth? They sure as hell didn't show you what was happening inside the mouth on the pornos.

It was really kind of nasty.

I was grossed out by the thought of her spit getting in my mouth, but something about it was nice.

I knew it was sexual, even though it didn't feel as good as it looked like it would on TV. It didn't turn me on near as much, but I guessed it was because I wasn't doing it right.

She took my hand and placed it at her tit. I could feel the supple mound and the hard nipple underneath the satin of her dress. That turned me on more than the kiss.

"Tomorrow, I expect better from you," she said.

"Huh?"

"FOCUS," she yelled as she smacked my hand off her. "You are to arrive on time, freshly showered, SOBER, and respectful. Now go home. And figure out a way to explain your reddened face before you get there. Not a word of this to anyone. This is our little secret."

She turned to leave but came back to face me once again.

"Do exactly as your told and soon, I will take care of this," she said, running her hand along the seam of my crotch, cupping my hard on.

I damn near jumped a foot off the ground. No one had ever touched my dick before.

"Remember, this is our little secret."

I nodded.

Satisfied that I wouldn't tell, I watched as she walked away, hypnotized by the sway of her hips.

Panic started to set in when I couldn't remember what she had told me to do for tomorrow. I wasn't paying attention.

I knew I was going to be totally fucked if I didn't remember by the morning as I walked through my front door.

"Christian," I heard mom's voice calling to me in the sitting room.

"Hey, mom," I greeted her, absentmindedly. My thoughts were elsewhere. I noticed her eyes widened a little in surprise at the greeting.

"What happened to your face?"

"Oh, its just… the heat was getting to me, so Mrs. Lincoln sent me home early."

"Perhaps you working so much isn't such a great idea," she said with concern in her eyes as she studied my face.

"No, its okay, really. I don't mind it."

"As long as Elena isn't pushing you too hard to finish up."

"No, she's cool. She...she gives me lemonade... and stuff."

"Well, that's very nice of her, Dear. Why don't you go and put some cool water on your face and use some of the calamine lotion in my medicine cabinet."

"Okay, mom," I told her.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright? Has the sun gotten to you?"

"I'm all good," I laughed.

I ran up to my room and locked my door. Stripping myself out of my T shirt, jeans, and sneakers, I laid on my bed with nothing but my boxers on thinking of "Mrs. Lincoln."

My face was still tingling from her smack and I was starting to like the feeling.

I looked at the hand that held her tit, thinking that it might have changed in some way from touching it.

So that's what a tit feels like, I thought to myself.

I ran that moment over and over again in my head until that hand ended up in my boxers jacking me off.

"Fuck," I moaned imagining it was her hand touching me, maybe smacking my dick just like she had done my face.

None of the pornos I'd watched had me cumming so hard.

I laid in my bed with my hand still on my dick and my eyes closed. The headache I had been fighting earlier was gone as I feel asleep thinking of Mrs. Lincoln.

I knew I would see her again the next morning and for the first time in my life, I was excited about waking up.

I was asked to take my time and develop the story a little more. Not sure how long it will be. Maybe another chapter or two. We'll see how it goes.

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