Chapter Eight
Milly
I suddenly gasp, and my eyes snap open when Grayson shoves his cock into me. “Fuck,” I groan into the pillow. I am face down on the pillow, but he has my knees under me as he fucks my pussy from behind.
“Good morning, Baby Girl,” he says, slamming into me again.
“Fuuuck, Gray,” I groan again as I move up to my elbows. He holds tight to my hips and starts railing into me hard, fast, and deep. I am nearly screaming by the time we come. When he flips down on the bed beside me, I narrow my eyes at him.
“What?” he asks with a dampened smile.
“You dirty man. Why is my ass sore, Grayson?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at me. “Your welted ass was just so tempting.”
“Never been beaten up in my sleep. This is cool!” I say with a grin.
“Brat,” he says, tickling my side. I laugh and jump off the bed to evade him, but he grabs my wrist at the last second and pulls me back. He wraps his arms around my waist so we are nose to nose.
Staring at him, everything is starting to hit me all at once. I try not to spiral. I try so fucking hard, but alas, I’m insane.
“We are married…” I say quietly.
“Yes, we are,” Grayson says, searching my face.
“I… You… We… You’re a psychiatrist. My psychiatrist… In front of Greg… Mom… Oh my God… I’m dead… He’s going to fucking kill me… He said… Oh no…” I mutter to myself as I pull away.
“Milly…” Grayson says as he moves off the bed.
“No. Don’t touch me. Please don’t touch me,” I shout and jump away from him.
“I’m not going to touch you, Milly. Take a deep breath with me,” Grayson says, carefully stepping closer to me.
“No. No, I need to be alone… I just need to… I need to be alone,” I say as I back away.
“Milly, honey. I can’t do that,” Grayson says gently.
“Fucking take all the sharp objects away. I just need to be alone. Please, just leave me alone,” I yell at him as tears surface. I am gasping for air, and I just need to be alone.
“Okay. Go take a shower,” he says. I nod and practically run to the bathroom. I turn the water on and watch him take a folding straight razor out of the drawer, along with the spare blades. He stops in front of me, and I have to pry my eyes off the blades.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“It’s okay, Milly. I promise,” Grayson says as he gently kisses me. “I know all of this is a lot. If you need…”
“I will punch you in the fucking throat if you suggest I take space from you,” I snap, and he smiles. “I just… I just need to breathe for a second.”
“Okay. Breathe. Shower. Relax,” he says.
When Grayson leaves the bathroom, I step into the scalding hot shower and lower myself to sit so it beats down on my back.
I am sitting cross-legged with my face in my hands and my elbows propped on my thighs.
I focus on taking long, deep breaths. After a while, I am almost dazed.
I feel completely separate from my body.
I can’t get Greg out of my mind. I am remembering all of the things I forced myself to forget.
I move back to lean against the wall and then open my eyes.
I blink a few times, trying to make sense of what I am seeing. It feels so goddamn real. I miss her. I fucking miss someone who doesn’t exist.
“Gray,” I say with a shaky voice. I don’t trust myself right now.
“Yeah?” he says, opening the door. “Milly?”
“She looks so real,” I say with my voice cracking. Grayson opens the shower door and shuts the water off while I keep staring at Molly, who I know isn’t real. I know she isn’t real. Grayson pulls me up and wraps me in a tight hug, making me stop looking at my hallucination.
“What can I do to help distract you?” he asks, kissing my head. An idea pops into my head, so I pull back and look at him.
“Can I suck your dick?” I ask.
“Wait… I’m sorry… Are you sure?” he asks.
“You told me many times that hypersexuality was normal and healthy,” I remind him. “Can I?”
“I mean… I will never say no to getting my dick sucked, baby girl,” he says with a chuckle.
I grab his hand and drag him out of the shower with me.
I quickly wrap in a towel before going into the room and pushing him back to lie in the bed.
I rush to pull his cock out and immediately take him down my throat.
We both groan, and I suck him hard. As long as I focus on him, I can calm down.
I bob up and down, stroking him as I suck. I take my time to enjoy every sound he makes. I am worshipping him, and the paranoia slips away.
“Fuck, Milly,” Grayson groans. He gently strokes my hair, calming me as my movements become less urgent. “You make Daddy feel so good, Baby Girl. God, you’re such a good girl. Do you like sucking my cock, Milly?”
“Mhmm,” I moan around his cock. I am so worked up pleasuring him that I am on the verge of coming also.
“Oh, just like that, Baby Girl. I’m gonna come. Swallow, Milly.”
I take him as far down as I can and cup his balls so I can squeeze and massage him.
He lets out the loudest, most delicious moan before grabbing my head and lifting his hips to fuck my throat.
I keep him deep, and he moves faster while I squeeze tighter.
By the time he comes, I fall with him. I moan and suck as hard as I can as he fucks my mouth.
When it finally breaks, his moans are desperate.
I suck and swallow every drop of him, loving the taste of him.
“Jesus, baby,” Grayson moans. He pulls me off him and up to kiss me hard. “I love your mouth, baby. You are more than welcome to suck me like that anytime you get overwhelmed.”
“Really? Whenever I want?” I ask.
“Yes, baby. I’m going to have you work with me at the school, so you can come into my office any time you want.”
“A job? Really?!” I ask excitedly.
“Yes. You have a master’s in psychology, so I’d like you to get comfortable in the field. You could do therapy for people once you get comfortable.”
“Oh, my God! That would be amazing!” I say happily, kissing him again.
“Did you come sucking my cock? Because that’s amazing.”
“I did,” I say with a shy smile.
“I love it, baby. By the way, your office will be the one next to mine. We are connected by the door next to my desk,” he tells me. “You can help me write notes until you get comfortable.”
“Thank you so much,” I say, kissing him.
“Let’s go get your belongings, and then we can rest. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say with a sigh.
“Adam will be with us, so you will be safe.”
Maybe…