Chapter 16
Lane
We spent the rest of the day as we normally would. Greyson made us brunch - sadly, no mimosas were involved, but chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, and a whole array of different fruits were on the menu. As we went about our day, I could tell he had something on his mind. I kept catching him staring at me like he was trying to solve a puzzle. His eyes were contemplative as he examined me. I mean, if my boyfriend had stabbed a man so much that his head was jelly, I would probably also be looking at them strangely. But Greyson was a hobby killer - his words, not mine - so, I didn’t think the issue was that I had killed someone.
While watching a documentary about a group of meerkats and sitting between Greyson’s knees as he braided my hair, I broached the subject.
“Are we okay?” I asked, my voice much more confident than if I’d been looking him in the eye. His hands stilled in my hair.
“Of course we are, Lane,” he hummed, going back to carefully weaving strands of my hair together.
“Why do you keep looking at me weirdly then?”
“I don’t think I’ve been looking at you strangely,” he said nonchalantly.
I rolled my eyes, although he couldn’t see the annoyance on my face. “ Yes, you’ve been looking at me since after we got out of bed.” Greyson started to speak, but I cut him off. “And don’t say that you’re always looking at me. I mean that you’ve been looking at me like you’re figuring out what to do with me or something. I don’t know… It’s just making me a little insecure.”
He made a non-committal noise as he tied off one of the braids.
“You have nothing to worry about, I promise, baby. I’ve just been thinking about your little stabbing incident. I’m sorry if I haven’t been discreet in my considerations.” Greyson lifted me under my arms and deposited me next to him on the couch.
He beamed at his finished hairstyling attempt, eyes filled with care. My questioning was halted as I stared at the man in front of me. It felt so silly and simple that he was this happy about doing my hair. My chest tightened as I thought about how achingly perfect my man was. I chastised myself again internally for ever doubting our relationship.
Oliver had every right to have been concerned. Greyson and I’s relationship was textbook toxic. We were codependent. We were obsessed. He handpicked all of my clothes, fed me meals that he had chosen, and he’d now drugged me twice. But was it really so bad if I wanted him to be in control? I would be more than grateful if he made my choices for me. I didn’t want that responsibility. His control made me feel wanted. Needed. Owned. We were both dangerously addicted to each other. He’d already killed for me. He was devoted completely to worshipping the ground I walked on. I wanted to be on his mind every second of every day. I wanted to haunt his dreams and inhabit the deepest caverns of his soul.
“Can we talk about it? I don’t want secrets between us, Grey.” I took his hand in mine, linking our fingers together.
He looked deep into my eyes, brushing the thumb of his free hand over my lips. I parted my mouth, causing a groan from him in response. He slipped the digit in, eyes going half mast when I wrapped my tongue around it. My eyes fluttered shut as I reveled in the taste of his skin - a mix of salt and leather.
“Alright, baby. You don’t need to decide anything right now, but I wanted you to potentially go on my hunts with me,” he lilted, a slight hint of pink appearing across his cheeks.
I giggled under my breath, amused that he was acting shy as if he were asking me on a first date. However, as I thought about it some more, I realized that it would most likely count as a date with him. He was sort of insane, after all.
I slipped his thumb out of my mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to it before speaking, “You want to go on a murder date?”
Greyson sputtered, blush intensifying. “I wouldn’t call it that.”
“Mhm. Gotcha. I’ll think about it. I just… I don’t know if I’d be okay with it. I mean I know I killed a guy last night, but I wasn’t planning on it. I’m not sure if I’d be able to do it while in the right state of mind, I guess. Also, what if I find it gross and throw up everywhere?”
Greyson smiled, “I promise to clean up your vomit for the rest of our lives.” I playfully slapped his thigh, suppressing a laugh. “Just think about it and let me know. Either way, I could teach you some pretty cool knife tricks,” he smirked, catching my chin in his hand and pulling me in to capture my lips in a quick kiss.
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After we ate dinner, Greyson washed the dishes as I sat on the couch watching him. He insisted on doing practically everything for me. I shuddered thinking about him taking care of anyone but me. It made a hot flame of jealousy burn in my chest. I calmed myself down within seconds, reasoning with myself that Greyson wouldn’t lift a finger for anyone besides me. He was definitely a simp. I chuckled at that thought, wishing I could text my best friend so we could laugh about it together.
Fuck. Oliver.
I was such a bad friend for only now remembering his existence.
I called out to Greyson in the kitchen, “Hey, um, I haven’t heard from Oliver since… you know. You didn’t do anything to him, right? He’s okay? He’s probably just ignoring me because of our fight?” Greyson set down the pot he was washing and leaned against the counter.
“He’s fine. Hayes and Hudson are handling him,” he said monotonously, still facing away from me. My eyes narrowed.
“Your psychopathic brothers with a hard-on for him are handling him?” Greyson turned to face me, using a hand towel to dry off his wet hands. I knew he was trying to hide it, but I caught the miniscule smirk that played on his lips.
“Indeed.”
“Elaborate, Grey,” I exhaled.
He sighed like it was an inconvenience to his day to offer an explanation. He strolled from the kitchen into the living room before perching on a couch arm. “Well, I was rightfully upset with him. He was inconsiderate of your feelings and gaslit you, which resulted in you running from me. I had Hayes and Hudson retrieve him from his apartment and bring him to their home. We then questioned him about your possible whereabouts. Which I have to say, he was helpful. Still, he had to be punished.”
My face paled. I carefully probed, “What did you do?” A million possibilities ran through my mind.
“He’s fine, Lane. We mainly just scared him. He’s alive and being taken care of by the twins.”
My brows furrowed. “He’s still with them? Why didn’t you just let him go after scaring him?”
“They were going to claim him anyway. This just gave them an excuse to speed up the process.” Greyson shrugged, cocking his head at me like he wasn’t sure why I was concerned.
“But… Oliver doesn’t like them. And he clearly doesn’t like relationships where people feel they can claim their partners. It’s different from us,” I offered, worried for my friend.
“What’s different, sweetheart? I saw you, I stalked you, I manipulated you, and I took you. I certainly didn’t ask for permission before giving you your first orgasm, did I? Hayes and Hudson saw your little friend and decided he belonged to them.”
I swallowed, “But, I wanted you back… Oliver hates them.”
Greyson stood from his seat and stalked over to where I was curled up in the corner of the large couch. He stopped directly in front of me, gazing down at me with predatory intent.
“He’ll like them eventually. They’re persuasive. Enough about them, tell me more about wanting me,” he crooned.
I shifted in my sitting position, finding it hard to not admire Greyson’s bulge and meaty, strong thighs in my direct line of sight.
“Um… I thought you were hot when we first met. I thought it would be unrequited though, seeing as how you are most certainly not allowed to have relationships with your patients.”
“Did you touch your little cock while thinking of me?” His dark gaze overwhelmed me.
I stuttered, face beet red from embarrassment, “I– Um, maybe…”
“Were you hoping I’d bend you over in my office and fuck you until you screamed?” My mouth watered as I watched his cock thicken in his pants. “Were you hoping I’d rub those pretty tits of yours until you cried? Ah, or maybe you hoped I would force your sweet mouth open and fuck your throat? Hm, baby? Have you always been my pretty little cockslut?” He purred, his words scrambling my thoughts.
“Mhm,” I whimpered, leaning forward to rest my head on one of those gorgeous, thick thighs of his. I nuzzled into him, inhaling his musky scent.
He smiled smugly, bringing a hand to my scalp and gripping my hair until I was looking up at his face. “Take my cock out, darling.”
I moaned, eyes glazing over, until it quickly dawned on me that I didn’t have much experience at all with giving head.
I nervously mumbled, “I don’t really know how to do it well.” Greyson groaned, biting his lip in contentment.
“That’s alright, my love. Take it out and I’ll teach you,” he coaxed, rubbing my face against his crotch. I mouthed over his bulge and looked up into his lust-filled eyes. He loosened his grip on my hair. Craving the taste of him, I undid his pants and pulled them along with his tight, black boxer briefs halfway down his thighs. I practically purred when his thick length was revealed, eyes honing in on the tiny drop of precum on the tip. I gave it an exploratory kitten lick, savoring the salty flavor.
Greyson grunted above me in response, “Try not to use your teeth a lot and no biting, of course. Suck the head into your mouth, baby.” I lurched forward, stretching my lips a bit to take in the head of his penis. I began to suck, enjoying my Daddy’s sexy noises. He instructed, “Use your tongue too. Lick just under the head. Ah– Fuck, yeah, that’s it, baby.” I preened under his praise, eagerly licking and sucking, slowly taking more of his cock into my mouth. “Mmm, such a good whore for me. Give my balls some attention now. Use that perfect tongue of yours.”
I moaned while popping off of his hard, weeping dick. Following his instructions, I licked my way down the underside of his cock until I reached his balls. I weighed each with my tongue before swirling my tongue over them.
“Try to suck one into your mouth,” he growled, the grip on my hair getting tighter. I moaned as I took one in my mouth, the vibration pleasuring him. He pulled my head back suddenly. “Swallow my cock now, baby. Yes, so good! You’re such a good listener, baby girl. There you go. A little more, honey. Ah, shit. Take it. Take my cock, precious.”
Greyson began moving my head, so I relaxed my mouth and let him take his pleasure. “Fuck, such a good girl for me,” he moaned, forcing more and more of his length into me. I was caught off guard when he hit my throat, gagging as tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. “Relax, baby. Open up for Daddy. Good, yes. Now swallow.”
I promptly swallowed, my eyes rolling back as his cock breached my throat. He let out a primal howl as he pounded into me. My mind began to cloud due to the lack of oxygen. I whimpered as he wrapped a hand around my throat, caressing his cock from the outside. He suddenly pulled me off by my hair, panting down at me as he took himself in hand. It was only seconds until he released onto my face. I sat there trying to catch my breath, ignoring my own erection.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, voice wrecked and throat sore from his use.
“Fuck, baby. Thank you ,” Greyson murmured before reaching out two fingers to collect some of the cum on my face. He gazed down at me tenderly as he fed me lick after lick of him. My mind was empty, void of everything besides him. I met his gaze, fluttering my lashes at him.
“Please…” I whimpered, pushing my palm into my own hard cock. His eyes glittered as he stood above me.
“No touching yourself, sweetheart,” he chastised. “You’ll get to come soon. It’s punishment time and I have something wonderful picked out for you.” I shivered, going limp in his arms as he lifted me from the couch. He carried me over his shoulder to his - our - bedroom. Once he reached the end of the bed, he threw me backwards onto the mattress. I bounced onto the beautiful silk sheets, unable to take my eyes off of my Daddy. “Don’t move,” he said as he began walking to his closet. I had learned before my escape that he kept essentials in his nightstand but everything else under the sun in a rather large chest in the closet.
I waited patiently as he ruffled through and selected his prizes. He hummed satisfactorily before bringing an assortment of supplies over to the bed. I glanced at the pile but couldn’t understand how he was going to punish me with what he had chosen. He caught my appraisal and grinned sadistically, his gaze dark and intense. He climbed onto the bed and crawled until he was directly above me. He pulled me up closer to the headboard before handcuffing my wrists to the slats. Next, he pulled a blindfold over my eyes, adjusting it so it was tightly held in place. He was really going all out. He pushed my legs up so that the back of my calves were flush with the back of my thighs and secured them with restraints.
“Open,” he said, his hand gripping my jaw. He pushed a ball gag past my lips, securing it behind my head. “Fuck, I should just keep you like this some days. All ready and exposed for me. Would you like that, princess?” I moaned in response, the sound muffled by the gag. He chuckled darkly, lightly caressing the length of my body. I felt him kneel at my open thighs. I startled as a lubed finger began rubbing at my pucker, seeking entrance. “Shhh,” he hushed, “Let me in, princess.”
I involuntarily jerked as the finger breached my rim. I still didn’t understand what the punishment part of this was supposed to be. I was more restrained than usual, but it couldn’t be that bad if he was taking the time to stretch me, right? I groaned as he pushed in a second finger and began scissoring them in my tight channel. Once he felt I was appropriately prepped, he pressed what felt like a small butt plug against my hole.
As he slid the toy in, he spoke, “This is a prostate massager.” My hips thrust up as my prostate was stimulated from both the inside and my perineum. I moaned deeply, wiggling my hips. “Have you ever heard of prostate milking?” Prostate what ? My brows cinched as I shook my head in confusion. I could tell even through the blindfold that Greyson was smiling. He purred in my ear, “I’m going to make you come over… and over… and over unti l you can’t even remember your own name.” Goosebumps erupted over my skin.
Greyson began to rhythmically press on the base of the toy, continuously stabbing into that magic spot. My thighs shook as the pleasure grew, my whines filtering through the gag. My shout was muffled as he began rubbing his lubed palm back and forth on the head of my cock, resulting in ropes of white landing on my stomach. He gave me no reprieve before continuing to batter my aching gland. My muscles tensed as I tried desperately to stop the onslaught of sensation. I screamed as the prostate massager suddenly began to vibrate, sending waves of painful pleasure throughout my body.
Greyson smirked, “Poor baby. Look at those hips of yours humping the air, desperate to breed.” He sped up the rubbing of his palm on the tip as I rolled my head side to side. Tears began to soak through the blindfold. While continuing to rub my cockhead, Greyson began to tap the base of the toy. I tried to thrash wildly. I would have been sensitive right after an orgasm anyways, but this was a million times worse. “Give me another, princess.” To my chagrin, my cock twitched just as he spoke, another orgasm wrenching out of me. I screamed and tried to plead with him to stop, my words broken and muffled.
My face was covered in tears, snot, sweat, and drool. This hurt so much more than I thought it would. My balls felt as if they were being forced inside out.
“Another,” he cooly demanded. I shook my head like hell, my entire body quaking. My head went blank as the vibration of the massager increased. I sobbed, electricity lighting up every nerve in my body. I wailed as a third orgasm was forced out of me. Warm heat spread over my pelvic area.
“Such a good girl,” he groaned, voice broken from desire. “Fuck. You squirted, baby. God, yes.” My voice was quickly weakening from the non-stop screaming and crying, my throat dry and sore. My chest heaved as I tried my best to stay conscious, but my brain felt like it had overheated. “Alright, you’re almost done now. I’m going to flip you over,” Greyson soothed, voice slowly flowing through my mind like warm honey. I was flipped over before I knew it, face pushed into the bed.
“I’m going to spank you ten times with my bare hand. You’re doing so well, I promise. We’re all done after the spanking.” The first hit felt like a brief sting to my left buttocks. The second hit was to my right. Each spank progressively became more intense. Left. Right. Both. Left. Right. Both. I couldn’t think of anything besides the blooming heat on my bottom. I couldn’t even tell if I was still sobbing. Everything just felt so warm and calm, like I was underwater in a hot bath.
When I came to, my head was cradled in Greyson’s lap, body curled beside him, free of all restraints and diabolical prostate torture devices. I blearily gazed up at him, sending him a weak smile.
“Hi, baby boy,” he cooed, stroking my tangled curls out of my face.
“Mm.”
He shared a soft, tender smile with me. “You did so well, sweetheart. I know that was really hard for you. My perfect boy.”
I purred, nuzzling my splotchy face into his thigh. “Love you,” I murmured, still deep in a haze.
“I love you too, Lane. I would do anything for you. Don’t ever leave me again. You can’t survive out there on your own, honey. You’re so small and weak. Soft and precious.” He caressed my tear-stained cheek. “My baby. My heart. My missing piece.”
“Won’t leave again, Daddy,” I mumbled into the meat of his thigh.
“Good boy.”
Greyson hunched over to press his lips to my forehead before gathering me up in his arms and carrying me bridal style into the bathroom. I leaned my head into his pec, feeling as if I wanted to crawl inside of his body and never come out again .
“So soft and sleepy, hm? My angel.”
He gently lowered my aching body into the porcelain bathtub, turning on the faucet and running his fingers through the stream until the temperature was just right. As the tub filled, he walked over to one of the cabinets under the sink. He carried back a small bag of epsom salts and poured a good amount into the warm water. Kneeling next to the side of the bathtub, he wet a cotton washcloth and began cleaning the evidence of my punishment off. I leaned into his touch, eyes closed in bliss. Once he determined I was all clean, he had me lean into his arms for support as I carefully stepped out of the water. I giggled softly as he dried me off with a fluffy towel, ruffling my damp hair.
My heart squeezed as I watched the focus in his eyes while he chose which pajamas to dress me in. Logically, I knew we weren’t healthy. But, God, I’d never wanted anything in my life more than I wanted to keep Greyson. Is it healthy to tell your significant other that they can’t live without you? Obviously not. I wasn’t that oblivious. But, it was true. The moment I laid my eyes on him, my stitched-together heart knew that I’d never survive without his love.
He was my oxygen.