Fifty Shades of Greek

by Amaya Black

  The plane had shook violently in the air and moved through the turbulence. More than a few thousand times I had wanted to vomit my brains up. I was getting air sick like hell. My hand had clutched the leather arm rest. The trip to Athens hadn’t been like this. It had been practically smooth sailing. I had my eyes closed and I was saying silent little prayers that I wouldn’t meet my fate in the Mediterranean any time soon.

  Darien had wanted to comfort me but my icy demeanor had kept him away. I was still mad about our conversation on the beach about his brother. I don’t know why I thought I was suddenly going to change things between them.

  My thoughts turned to the baby and Dana. I had left them both to be attended by the Kiriakis family. I shook the worry away. This was only going to be for a weekend and then I would return back to my sunshine.

  Once the plane finally touched down, Darien and I were whisked away to our hotel room that was overlooking the Mediterranean. I still hadn’t spoken a word to him. I was not going to forget that comment he’d made about me being a bitch anytime soon.

  “Do you plan to be angry this whole trip, Allanah?”

  I sighed and said nothing.

  He took this as his cue to pull my chin up and make my eyes face his. “Lana, speak.”

  “Not. A. Child.” I spat the words out filled with venom and smacked his hand away.

  I rolled my eyes and snatched the key card away from him and entered the room. The view almost took my breath away. The room was decorated in rich reds and shades black with tinges of gold and teal.

  The room had a familiar home feeling to it; like I had been here before. It reminded me of Darien’s bedroom.

  I turned to him. “Do you….do you own this room?”

  He stopped in the door way. “I own the hotel.”

  I rolled my eyes and flopped back onto the bed. “Not a normal thing.”

  He dropped the luggage then and came over to me. “So, you are still mad?”

  Silence.

  “Can you be mad while I have you coming?”

  I still said nothing, just watched as he began to ease the orange button up dress I was wearing up my knees. Slowly the material eased over my thighs until I was exposed, black lace panties and all. Gently he spread my legs apart and began to lightly blow. “You didn’t answer me, Lana.”

  Slowly his fingers worked there way inside of my panties. We were standing and instantly my hands went to his shoulders as my legs eased apart. Still I said nothing, just continued to watch. I was getting wet and turned on the more he spoke. Darien didn’t need to know any of that though.

  Not right now. He pulled his fingers from my snatch and licked them before pushing me back onto the bed.

  His face became buried in my cat and the wind moving from his mouth, alerted me to the fact that he was blowing on my clit through my lace panties. I stretched, and shivers ran through me. I craved having him touch me; I hadn’t been allowing contact. I didn’t know who was more starved for affection, me or him.

  I felt his mouth begin to kiss me through the cloth; I could feel myself soaking through. He slipped my panties to the side. I think I actually purred like a kitten when his tongue began to flick at my clit.

  Darien’s cell phone cut through my moans of ecstasy and I almost begged him not to answer it. He sat up, swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and looked me over with a shit eating grin as he moved away to take the call.

  I watched as his eyes darted across the screen and he heavily debated on answering it or not. He chose to answer. I didn’t realize I’d half way sat up and flopped back onto my back and a sigh escaped my lips. Thoughts of Alex ran through my head. I missed him and I’d never been away from him this long.

  He was getting so big and was even beginning to try and walk. Jocasta had practically had to beat me out of the house with a broom. I was so scared to leave him.

  Darien flopped back onto the bed beside me.

  “Trouble?”

  He shook his head and turned to meet my gaze. Sometimes, we did this thing where we would just lay still beside each other and listen to the other breath. It was weird but I enjoyed it for some reason. The world would fall away, and everything would go quiet.

  “Aria, she wants to meet you. We’re apparently going jet sking.”

  I smirked. “Why does she want to meet your mistress so bad?”

  We locked eyes. He was choosing his next words carefully. “She knows that I wouldn’t bring just anyone to her wedding.”

  I laughed. “Bruh, you Greeks are too weird.”

  He shrugged. “You know that you have become…..more to me, Lana.”

  I flinched. This was about to go so much deeper than either of us was comfortable for. “Well, Darien, I sat up. Let’s not ruin a good mistress and master relationship. I don’t like you…me and you have one real relationship. Your penis and my vagina……that’s all this is.”

  The look that crossed his face was one of hurt.

  Quickly a mask fell into place.

  “You are correct.”

  “Good. We understand each other, then.”

  I flew from the bed and into the bathroom. It felt like a safe haven once I closed the door and leaning against it I realized how weak my knees had become. I could see my reflection in the mirror across from me; I looked flushed as hell and I didn’t like it. As I was stepping over to the shower that was completely surrounded by glass, I heard the door open.

  I turned to meet Darien’s gaze.

  “Strip for me,” he stated.

  I bit my bottom lip, feeling coy. No man had ever asked me to strip for him before. Slowly, my hands went to the tiny gold buttons holding this dress together.

  One button.

  Two buttons.

  Three buttons, and the dressed popped open. The shit eating grin across this man’s face was so damn sexy. He stood there, arms crossed, raking his gaze across my body.

  My fingertips slowly pulled the dressed up until it was over my head. Just as it was almost off, I felt Darien grab me from behind and finish pulling the dress up.

  He pushed me against the sink and spread my legs, our eyes locking in the mirror. I watched as the intensity that flared in his eyes. Suddenly he darted out of view and I felt him drop down behind me.

  He began to knead my ass like he was kneading bread. I was becoming slick and my juices were beginning to drip just a bit. Placing the palm of his hand against my lower back he began to ease me over.

  I braced myself on the bathroom sink, and thoughts of how many women he might have shared this room with entered my head. Had I wanted to be special to Darien? Didn’t every girl want to feel special to the man she was sleeping with.

  All thoughts stopped when I felt him spread my ass cheeks apart and his tongue dared out to touch the rose bud that was my asshole.

  I gasped, frozen into place. What was he thinking about?

  “You never answered my question the other night, Allanah.”

  “And what was that,” I managed to find my voice, and it sounded raspy.

  His tongue flicked out again and I moaned. I never thought I would like the feeling of having a tongue on my asshole but here I was, wanting more.

  “How do you feel about me entering you….here,” I heard him lick his finger.

  Suddenly his finger was touching my tiny rosebud and I was exceptionally still. Was this a thing women did? Did I want to join some sort of weird anal sex club?

  Barely the tip of his finger pressed in. The sensation was new and strong. My juices were really flowing now, it was like a river down there.

  “See, Lana,” he spoke. “The thing about this mistress and master relationship, as you put it earlier. I don’t actually have to ask for your permission.”

  I looked my self in the mirror. The flushed feeling was returning. I just wanted….him. I need to be filled up by him; I needed his dick.

  He stopped then suddenly just when I was about to beg him. “We should shower and go.
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  Chapter 16

  The sun was setting, and we were sitting by the water. I was in the presence of Darien, his ex-fiancé, and her fiancé. Surprisingly meeting this woman hadn’t been anything like I’d thought it would be. She was gorgeous, big wide brown almond eyes with a pixie cut. Her body was extremely slender, perfect posture. Paul Knight, her fiance was an American and we were getting along like two old pals, especially when he told me that he was a Golden State Warriors fan.

  “Yeah, anytime you’re over in Cali, I’ve got season tickets. Floor side.” He shrugged as if it were nothing to have those seats. Paul owned some company that made specific parts for Apple products. He was down to Earth.

  “I mean yeah, if I’m ever in Cali,” I glanced to Darien before taking a sip of the sangria that had been provided.

  “He can talk about basketball all day if you let him,” Aria spoke. “What I want to know is how you and Darien met.” She leaned forward interested in the tale.

  I looked back and fort between them. He finally spoke. “Mikos had a son. We only just became aware. Allanah is his aunt. I brought them here to Greece.”

  Darien stopped talking. He wasn’t being particularly moody but he damn sure wasn’t being as forthcoming as I would have been had I told the tale. Aria looked to me to elaborate but I just shrugged.

  “This one with the not talking,” Aria grinned at him. “I can tell you stories about him.”

  “Ariaaaa,” Darien groaned and this illicited giggles from Aria. She was clearly wine drunk and having fun.

  I decided to steer the conversation to save Darien who looked helpless before his ex-lover. “How many children are you two looking to have?”

  Paul looked lovingly at Aria. I’m pretty sure moons were dancing in the man’s eyes. “Eleven.”

  She looked at him and busted out laughing even more. “We’ve talked about having maybe three. Definitely not eleven.”

  The waiter came and brought us our meal that felt like we’d been waiting an eternity for. I had order oysters and a side of asparagus, and Darien had ordered a steak. We sat and talked for a few more minutes before I excused myself. I told them I was going to the restroom but really I was going to make a call.

  I stepped away from the table that we had outside of the restaurant and I went inside. I immediately went for the exit to stand outside away from the bustle of the tourist and other lunch goers.

  The phone rang and rang until Helena finally picked up. “Hello.”

  I breath a slight sigh of relief. “Helena, its Allanah. I’m just calling to check on my boy. I miss him so.”

  “Oh he is just fine. Just fine.” I could hear Alex cooing in the background.

  “Can you just put the phone up to his ear?”

  Helena obliged my stupid request. “My sunshine, auntie misses you so much. I can’t wait to see you.”

  I imagined he was giving the phone a blank stare. I heard a couple of babbles and Helena spoke into the phone. “Miss Allanah, is all well there with Mr. Kiriakis?”

  “Yes all is well. We are enjoying the food and sunlight. Helena, I may check in again before I head to bed tonight. Tell Alex I love him.”

  “Yes, Miss Allanah, I will,” I hung up the phone and suddenly drifted off into thought.

  I was so caught up in my thoughts I never heard sneak up behind me. A pair of hands covered my eyes and I laughed.

  “Darien,” I continued to laugh and then I felt him begin to kiss my neck. His lips felt extremely rough, so unlike how they usually felt. This couldn’t be Darien.

  I yanked away and almost stumbled to the stone ground. I whirled in time to see some homeless looking man in a long trench coat. He just stood there staring at me.

  “What the hell is your problem,” I screamed at him drawing attention to myself. “YOU JUST PUT YOUR NASTY ASS LIPS ON MY NECK!”

  He just smiled and when the guy who was taking reservations at the front saw me screaming he ran over and chased the guy off. I was officially over Monte Carlo. I stormed back inside the restaurant and out to where we’d been sitting.

  “I’m ready to go,” I stated.

  “What?” Darien snapped to attention and looked to me.

  “I just got attacked,” I stated I could feel my eyes cutting daggers into him. I heard Aria gasp in surprise and both Paul and Darien stood up.

  “Are you okay?” He came over to me and began checking me out.

  I shook him away. “Some bum just dragged his lips across my neck. I thought it was you. Ugh I need a shower. I’m gonna have a bum bump.”

  Only Paul seemed to get the Kevin Hart reference and gave a chuckle. Even I had to admit it was a little funny but that bum was about to get his ass kicked if I saw him again. I couldn’t believe him that shit had happened to me. I could still feel his scratchy lips on my neck and instantly I shrugged my shoulder trying to rub the invisible rabies away.

  “Allanah, I’m so sorry,” Aria said. Her eyes genuinely looked full of concern for me. I liked Aria. I didn’t imagine that I would like her as much as I did, but I did. She had the kindest eyes I’d ever seen. She was like a permanent Bambi or something.

  “Again, its fine!” I snapped. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way towards anyone but I’d had it up to here. I rubbed at my temples. “Aria, I’m sorry. I’m just super worn out. And I think I’m a little tired.”

  “Of course. Perhaps, we’ll see you and Darien later?”

  Darien spoke then. “Perhaps. I’m going to get Allanah back to our room.”

  We bid Aria and Paul goodbye. On the way to the car, I just had my eyes peeled for that creep but I never saw him again. I got into the passenger side of the Audi, Darien had rented and he got behind the wheel.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked and looked over at me and took my hand in his.

  “I just miss Alex…a lot,” I stated. I watched as he gave my hand a kiss.

  “I have something that will take your mind off of him for a few moments.”

  We sped away from the restaurant like a bat out of hell. I gripped the door with all of my might, slightly afraid. Darien seemed completely in control of the car as if it were an extension of his body. We glided through traffic like a feather on the wind and my fear almost went non existent till Darien hit the brakes and it felt like my soul had left my body.

  “Oh my god, what in the hell,” he shushed me and then ignored me and we were off racing again.

  He laughed. “Enjoy the ride, look over there is the ocean.”

  “Darien, if you don’t slow this mother fucking car down!”

  I was screaming every cuss word I could think of. I think I even came up with a couple of new ones. I didn’t give a shit about the scenery, I wanted to make it back home to Greece and to my child. A smile formed on my lips….

  I had just thought of Greece as home. It rumbled deep within my body and laughter tumbled out. Darien darted his eyes over to me and took me in; I knew he was wondering what in the hell was so funny.

  “Nothing,” I said. “But slow this bitch down before I get car sick.”

  He looked horrified. “Please don’t.”

  “I can’t be held responsible for the contents of my stomach hitting the windshield.”

  “Alright, alright,” I could feel the car slowing down as Darien gave into my demands.

  He parked the shiny brand new black car in the underground garage of the hotel and then helped me get out of the vehicle. I was ready to get out of these heels but Darien took advantage of the moment and eased me up against the car.

  “Lana, how are you feeling?”

  “You care?”

  “Very much,” he chuckled and ran his fingertips along my jawline and down my throat where his hand gripped lightly like he wanted to choke me. I could feel him growing hard against my belly as his six foot frame tower over my smaller one.

  “I had no idea,” he leaned down and brushed his lips across my own.

  “Come o
n,” he pulled me by the hand and we headed for the elevator that would shoot us up to our floor quickly and quietly in mere seconds.

  I leaned against one wall of the elevator just as the doors closed us in the mirrored box. And Darien leaned against the other after punching in our floor; his stare made my ebony skin feel hot and flushed.

  His words from days ago drifted into my minds; the ones where he had pictured me beneath him before he had ever even known me. I shuddered under his gaze and he was about to step even closer when the quietest ding of the elevator let us know that we had reached our floor.

  Chapter 17

  We had entered into the hotel room quietly like nothing had even happened moments before. I said nothing and sat down on the bed and tried to pull my feet up. The sting of the high heels was becoming unbareable.

  He came over and kneeled down then and eased the shoes from my feet. The dropped with slow thuds to the floor but Darien remained there, looking up into my eyes.

  “Thank you,” I offered softly.

  “You’re welcome,” he smiled. “Lana.”

  “Yes?”

  “Do you remember what I gave to you before coming here. The gifts?”

  My breath hitched in my throat. Of course I remembered his kinky box of weird little trinkets that he had presented to me like they were honey and I was a bee.

  “Mmmhhh,” I think my eyes had gone wide.

  “Good. Now I want you to undress.”

  He eased up off his haunches and I knew he fully expected me to obey his command. The pain was becoming faint within my feet before disappearing all together as my feet touched and eased into the plush hotel carpet.

  Darien’s blue eyes watched me as I slowly peeled the dress from my body, and it fell to the floor along with a strapless bra and matching lace thong. He licked his lips and took me in and I realized that he had the velvet box in his hands. He opened it and took something from inside of it before sitting it on the nearest table.

  “Now, pick your pleasure. Do you prefer fire or ice?”

  I was hesitant and not sure I understood the question. “I…uh…I don’t know.”

  He came over to me still fully dressed. He had to bottles of oil in his hands. “Lana, I can make love like a normal man. But then there are some things that aren’t quite normal….like these oils. Now pick or I will pick for you.”