Fifty Shades of Grey Tentacles by Anita Dobs

vaguely
worded terms such as: 'forced anal penetration'. And another obtuse
one: 'I strangle you until you're almost dead, for fun'. The whole
thing made me feel uneasy, and so I said to him,
    “Well, look, we don't have to talk about this
now.” And handed the contract back to him.
    “But I thought you said you wanted
commitment?” Grey said, confused.
    “Well, a contract just isn't very romantic
Mr. Grey.”
    “Well, romance and commitment are hardly the
same thing now are they?”
    “Sure they are. Marriage is very romantic for
example.”
    “Really? And how many long-term married
couples do you know that are still romantic with each other?”
    “Erm... ” He had a point, I couldn't think of
any, except that sometimes when my grandfather farted, my
grandmother would then give him a big double thumbs-up.
    “Look, maybe we should just discuss this
another time.”
    “But I don't know if I can really trust you
unless you sign the contract Elle.”
    I noticed Grey had some trust issues, he'd
obviously been mistreated by an over-bearing alien mother. Grey
called for Morris again and whispered something in his ear, and he
left and returned several minutes later as Grey started caressing
my bare legs. Morris had a silver tray, and on it was what looked
like a credit card.
    “Miss. James, perhaps you don't quite
understand what you will get out of being my submissive, apart from
hot tentacle bondage sex.”
    Grey took the credit card and held it in his
hand, showing it to me.
    “Here is an Adamantium credit card, with
unlimited purchasing power.”
    “Adamantium? Isn't that the non-existent
metal that Wolverine's exoskeleton is made from?”
    “Exactly.”
    “Shouldn't it be a Platinum card? There's no
such thing as Adamantium on Earth, after all.”
    “That's the point, it's the rarest metal
known to man, and therefore the most valuable one. It far outstrips
platinum in value, I can assure you.”
    Grey held out the card toward me, but I was
still pensive,
    “Morris,” Said Grey to his butler, “bring in
the other thing for Miss. James.”
    Morris came back as Grey was looking me
sternly and masterfully in the eye, making me feel like I'd
misbehaved. Morris handed Grey a case covered in blue velvet, which
he then handed to me,
    “Open it Elle.”
    I did as I was told, and opened it curiously,
and then I was astounded. Inside was a jewel encrusted tiara, with
diamonds, rubies and emeralds and some other stones I didn't know
the names of,
    “For me?” I asked, with a big smile
stretching across my face,
    “Well, only if you sign the contract.”
    “Where's the pen! Where's the pen!” I
shouted, unable to control myself, priceless tiara in one hand and
an unlimited Adamantium credit card in the other.
    Morris handed me a mont-blanc pen from his
jacket, and I snatched the contract back off him and signed my name
quicker than I'd ever done anything else before in my life.
    “Oh Mr. Grey, can I wear it now, can I?”
    “Of course you can, here, let me put it on
for you.”
    Grey placed it on my head and I got up and
walked over to the Victorian mirror on the wall. I looked like a
princess, and Grey came up behind me and held both my shoulders and
whispered in my ear,
    “You look beautiful Miss. James.”
    I did stop to think if anyone would think me
a bit of a slut for signing the contract when he'd handed me the
credit card and tiara, but it didn't really matter what 'they'
thought, I said to myself, as I'd be in a limo from now on, and
they'd still be riding public transport. I was also in love, and
that had certainly been the main impetus in my decision.
    “Elle, I want to get my tentacles inside you
right now.”
    “Oh Battleship, I thought you'd never ask.” I
said, truly dying for it by that point.
    Grey took me by the hand and walked me out of
the room and then down some stairs along a hidden passageway and
then we arrived at a bolted door and he announced that inside was
the tentacle dungeon.