Fifty Shades of Greek

by Amaya Black

  His voice had taken on a sexually charged and dark tone. It was dripping in confidence something this man had never lacked a day in his life. He was built like a Greek god. My brain was going crazy and I wanted to please him suddenly. I had never really wanted to please a man in my life. I had been told that in every relationship I was too willful, when in reality I had simply been to much for their fragile egos. Now, here I was ready to submit to whatever wicked games Darien wanted to try.

  “Fire,” I stated.

  I watched him walk over to the phone and call down to the lobby. He said something I couldn’t quite here. I began to rub my arms as the air conditioning had kicked on, I was getting a little cold.

  “Come and sit,” he pointed to one of the chairs in the room. He had placed the oils beside the velvet box where the chair was. They remained unopened.

  There was nothing remarkable about the chair. I went and sat down anyway. As I did so Darien started to massage my shoulders. I almost started to enjoy it and then someone knocked on the suite door. I looked over my shoulder to Darien. He had already moved like lightning to the door. I watched him take something quickly from whomever was on the other side of that door. I had covered myself with my hands when he turned around. He had a bucket of ice in his hands.

  He said nothing as he closed the door behind him, locking it back the way it had been. He sat the bucket down and came back over and finished massaging my shoulders for a few minutes longer. I couldn’t relax, however. My thoughts were now on this bucket of ice. I knew Darien had intended to do something kinky with it, I just didn’t know what!

  “Lana,” he spoke. “We both like to be in control. I think we might even crave it.”

  “I think you are trying to say I’m a control freak…”

  “You are…but so am I,” he pushed my neck to the side and placed a gentle kiss there.

  The kiss tingled down to the base of my spine. I didn’t know whether to take his words as an insult or what. I felt him gathering my hair up in his hands until he was holding it in a ponytail kept together by just his one large hand. A mirror in front of me across the room caused my breath to get caught in my throat. Our eyes connected. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Lana. But first we must play a game with fire.”

  “Will it hurt?”

  “In a good way,” he replied way to sure of himself. He had played this game a few times with other women. He was to sure of himself.

  “No blindfolds,” I stated.

  “Shhhhh, Lana. I make the rules.”

  We continued to watch each other in the faraway mirror.

  “Darien, I refuse to play this game…no blindfolds.”

  His smile remained dark. “Fine, this time. No blindfolds. Now pin your hair up into a sleek bun. I want to see completely bare.”

  I’d been shaving my cooch like it was going out of style, so I didn’t know how much more bare he meant. I plucked a hair tie I kept on my wrist off. Quickly, I looped my hair into a tight high not and took a breath. The moment my wrist were away from my hair, Darien had began binding them to the chair. Then he went to my ankles and began tying those as well.

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Really,” he replied. “I’m going to give you more pleasure than pain.”

  I knew my face looked skeptical because I was feeling skeptical. He grabbed the oil and came to kneel down in front of me. He’d loosened a few buttons on his light blue shirt that made his eyes looks so blue they could have been on fire themselves.

  “Relax,” he said. Darien opened the bottle and dabbed just a small bit onto his fingers. “Fire,” he stated and then slowly he dragged a finger down the top of my thigh. In his wake he left a long path of heat. Finally, I understood what his question had meant. Fire or ice had been a choice between the oils and the temperature could affect my body.

  He dipped a little bit more oil on his fingers and then started in between the valley of my breast. I pushed against the restraints as fire ran down my body. The sensation felt like the warm caress of whiskey sliding down your throat during a bout of drinking. I arched my back in pleasure.

  “Should I stop?” he asked.

  “Huh, what?”

  “Should I stop this,” his fingers began to encircle my blackberry colored nipples and I was ready to pass out from how good it felt.

  My pussy was beginning to drip and I was sure this chair was going to get messy. I had never wanted to loose control with anyone and BDSM of any kind had never really been on the table.

  “No,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”

  I was shifting uncomfortably in the chair now. There was a pressure building there that could only be undone by his fingertips.

  “Aren’t you nervous?”

  He came close and kissed my lips, gathering my hair in his hands until my neck was pulled taught. It had caused my mouth to open in an “O” shape and all I could do was look into his blue eyes with wild eyed abandonment.

  “No, why?”

  “Because I’m the one in control. I will control everything about your pleasure…about you cumming…”

  “No….I…trust you…”

  I had never said those very words to a man of the opposite sex before. Darien seemed to enjoy hearing them because he leaned in and kissed me again.

  More oil followed and soon his fingers had made it to where I needed them the most. The warmth that his fingertips brought to my pearl….all I could do was wriggle to get closer to them but the restrains kept me in place.

  Soon Darien was between my legs, and his tongue darted out to find my pussy but my legs could only go so far. He reached down and untied a single leg which he then draped over his should like a scarf. Before he dove down, he looked up into my face and gave a smile so amatory, I almost came right then and there.

  His tongue, also warm like cooling wax, began to flick and flick before sucking. I wanted to run my fingers through his dark hair but again, I was restrained. All I could do was grip the wooden armrests of the chair I continued to occupy.

  I looked down and took notice of how he his pink tongue was darting in and out of his mouth as he lapped up my nectar. It was like watching a cat drink cream from a bowl and he had not one intention of stopping. Darien was in a hurried frenzy almost bringing me to the very brink of a climax.

  “Oooooo,” I realized I had begun to howl a little bit from being worked over so good, he stopped.

  “Not yet,” he declared and stood up and began to peel his clothes from his body.

  His dick sprang from his pants like a Jack-In-the-Box. We were both breathing hard, like we had been running a marathon in the streets of New York City or Boston. I bit my lip; I was eager to wrap my mouth around his hard tool but couldn’t just get to it yet.

  Slowly he undid the tie and pulls me from the chair before I could think much further. He kissed me gradually and the way my mouth fit against his in a hungry rush was like perfection. We stared at each for a moment.

  “What’s the ice for?” I turned my eyes to the almost seemingly forgotten ice bucket.

  It was a green ice bucket with some sort of design on it. It stared menacingly back at me as if it wanted to start trouble. I turned my gaze away, letting the bucket win and found Darien flipping back to covers of the bed.

  “I’m going to show you,” he stated and patted the bed.

  Oh God! More games with him. Would he snatch another climax away from me as he had did just a few moments before.

  I climbed onto the bed and Darien went straight for the ice bucket. He was like a panther who’d caught his pray, climbing up onto the bed with the ice bucket and demanding that I lay down.

  “Ice is another sensation, Lana. Most people just think of it as frozen water and don’t see its every day potential.”

  I was already rubbing my hands over my body in anticipation. I had never played sexual games with anyone before. I had been strictly put it in and let me bounce so I can get my nut and you might can get yours. Then I wou
ld send them on the way. I hadn’t even let a man stay the night after an encounter before just cutting it all the way off with sex for two years.

  I watched as he took a large cube out and turned it this way and that in the light of the room. It then went to his mouth and he held it there for a few moments before applying it to my the very tips of my nipples.

  I hissed in pleasure.

  “This is new,” I stated.

  “I’m sure it is,” he chuckled and then brought his mouth down and flicked at one to warm it up. “What’s is a little cold without the heat.”

  This went on for a few more minutes and finally I couldn’t take it any more and demanded that he enter me. He obliged and positioned himself with my legs draped over his shoulders. He ran his hands down them and up to my delicate nipples.

  “I’ve never played a game like the ones we’ve played tonight.”

  We continued eye contact. It continued even when he entered me and I was so slick there was no resistance. Eye contact during sex was a myth or so I’d heard from my various girlfriends.

  “My partners have never really enjoyed them until you,” he spoke. “But I don’t want to talk, Lana. I just want to be in you. Only you.”

  His thrust began to pick up as he leaned over my body and kissed me. My hands were now pinned above our heads in his hands. I wanted to roam my hands all over him but all I could do was moan in pleasure and be fucked.

  I took every inch and every thrust like my life depended on it. Sex with Darien was like lighting gasoline on fire and standing there to watch everything go up in flames. It was like drinking the perfect milkshake; you were afraid you could never be full.

  I had already started my journey to climaxing, calling out his name and screaming that I was there when on one finally grunt and thrust, he came inside of me. I wasn’t on birth control but I wasn’t even worried. I was to blissed out from the experience, even though I would have preferred his little swimmers go elsewhere. He rolled off me and to the side, our breathing was the only thing you could here in the room. I propped myself up on my hand and elbow and watched him, the slick sheen of sweat.

  “What?”

  “So we was out here trying this with other bitches?”

  He looked so annoyed all I could do was laugh. “These other bitches as you say, don’t matter now. I’m here with you. All that matters now is you and Alexander. Now come here.”

  I pulled a blanket up around us and snuggled into him even though I was slightly laying in the wet spot. I listened to him continue to breath and thought about his words. I mattered to him? When had I started mattering to him? Had it been when he’d come to steal Alex from me or had it been when I’d kissed him for the first time?

  A better question that I needed to ask my own self had been when had he started to matter to me? Like the man legit mattered to me in a way that no one ever had. Did I want to call that love? Hell no. I was just going to call it a deep seated attraction and leave it at that.

  “I almost forgot,” he stated and moved from under me. I landed back with a thud annoyed. I had already sweated out my blow out now he had me on these rough ass hotel pillow cases.

  “What?”

  He reached into the drawer of the hotel night stand and pulled out another velvet box. This time it was a ring box.

  “Darien, I am not up for another round of kinky sex…”

  “Shut up, Allanah.”

  I looked at him like he’d lost his mind but I didn’t say anything. I watched him open the box and the most beautiful ring came into view. It was an aquamarine ring with two diamonds on the side.

  I sat up then, as he pulled the ring from the confines of the velvet box.

  “What is this?”

  “Deep gratitude. I didn’t…when we first met. It was a very rocky start. I am not an open person. And I know I didn’t make the situation easy on you…..thank you.”

  “For?”

  “For loving my nephew, and for being the mother he needed.”

  He slipped the ring onto my left ring finger and kissed my forehead. I was teeter tottering towards falling in love with this man. I didn’t want too. People got her when they were in love.

  “Now, you didn’t eat, we should get some real room service.”

  He pulled the menu from the drawer and looked at me but all I could do was stare at the jewels that were gracing my hand. I had never owned anything this beautiful. A tear caught in my eye and I rushed to the bathroom.

  “Yeah, order something good. I want a burger,” I called out slamming the door of the bathroom.

  Chapter 18

  The next morning was the morning of the wedding. Steaming hot coffee had been served and the aroma filled the air, which had woken me from my deep sleep. Darien was already up and sitting at his computer in nothing but a robe working.

  The night before had been crazy wonderful, and I hated that description. The two of us had eaten a huge dinner and just vegged out to my favorite movie, Pretty Woman. Nineties Julia Roberts and that curly hair had been my biggest dream in life. However, my hair shrank up like a fist when wet and you couldn’t get a finger through it. Which was why I kept my hair straight in the first place.

  I lay there in bed, sunlight filtering through the room and hitting the giant stone on my finger. Darien eventually peered over the laptop and glanced at me. He had been scowling but his face softened up a bit.

  “Sleep well?”

  “You mean after you wore me out for a second time?”

  He laughed. “If I recall, it was you going a little crazy with the ice that last time. Coffee?”

  I nodded yes and then watched as he got up and poured me some in a white coffee mug that had been provided. I watched as he carefully poured in just a little crème and two packets of sugar. I needed something strong, I still felt sleepy. He brought it over and gave me a kiss on the lips before returning to what he was doing.

  “Mmmm,” I murmured as the coffee began dancing on my taste buds. It was a little different from the regular old Foldgers coffee I drank back home but it was defiantly going to do the trick. I could feel it leaving a warm path down to my stomach, which had started to growl. I glanced over to the cart that held the coffee and saw there was eggs, and toast as well.

  “I didn’t know what you wanted so I just order that,” he said but continued to peck away at his computer.

  I stood up, naked as the day I had been born and waltzed over to the still hot food. Steam was even still rising from it so it must have just arrived before I woke up. I pulled a piece of toast from the cart. It had been perfectly buttered and I bit into it, nearly finishing it in one bite.

  “They are forecasting a bit of rain,” Darien mumbled. “I know how you are about your hair.”

  He eyed me and I almost choked on the last bite of toast. I licked my fingers and shrugged. “No, I don’t want my damn hair getting wet. White people love out door weddings I swear.”

  “I have been to quite a few black weddings, and most of them were outside.”

  “Whatever, boy. I don’t want my hair getting wet.” I rolled my eyes. I didn’t need him telling me about my peoples and what they had the nerve to be doing.

  He chuckled knowing that he had put me off with his comments. “Maybe, it will hold off.”

  “Whatever,” I hissed over my shoulder and took my naked ass into the bathroom. I had to pee like nobody’s business.

  I closed the door to the bathroom; the light was already on and illuminated the black slate fixtures in the bathroom. It looked like something out of the fanciest of catalogs. I did my business and then started looking for my makeup bag. I had stuffed my wrap crap and a plastic cap in there. I finally located it and started wrapping my hair right away. I could have kicked myself for not doing it last night but after a sex session with that man, I never made it around to fixing my hair for the night.

  After getting the shower going, steam began to fill the air. It billowed out like smoky clouds and I
couldn’t wait to rinse yesterday away. Inside of the shower, I continued to marvel at the ring on my finger and even leaned against the tiled wall to do so.

  Finally, I snapped out of it and lathered up with my Dove. The aroma of cucumbers filled the air as I ran my brand-new pink loofa all over my slick skin. Water pooled around my body dropping from directly overhead.

  Showers never seemed long enough and finally I rinsed my body clean. The suds went down the drain with ease and I put my loofa and soap on a little shelf that was made into the tiled wall. As I stepped out, Darien was waiting with a towel.

  “Did you leave me any hot water?”

  “Maybe ten minutes worth,” I rolled my eyes.

  He began to towel me off while I stood there. He hit every possible crevice on my body. Gliding the towel ever so gently, like I was made of china and he would break me if he wasn’t careful.

  He leaned forward and laid a gentle kiss on my Venus mound and then looked up at me. “You are beautiful.”

  He stood then and wrapped my body in the towel completely, giving me a look that told me he would like to have his way with my super clean body once again.

  “Darien, no! This wedding is in less than an hour. We are not doing it right now.”

  He pouted playfully before standing. “Fine.”

  I went to walk past him into the bedroom but he grabbed my arm. The warmth of his hand on my air cooled skin almost had me rethinking what I’d said a few moments before.

  “I will have it again, Lana,” he let go of my arm then and began to disrobe.

  “Maybe,” I said and closed the bathroom door behind me with a click.

  My bare feet found the comforting softness of the carpet as I padded over to where I’d hung up my dress for this wedding. I unzipped the hanging black bag and came face to face with the peacock blue dress that had gold threads weaving all through the fabric. Peeling the dress out of the bag like an onion, I brought it over to the bed. It had a slit that up just about to the hip. They were having an extremely mild winter in Monaco, and even just the day before it’d been kind of balmy out.