Chapter Six #2
I lay my head back and count in my head, keeping myself calm.
Grayson continues to hold my hand until we stop, but then comes around and pulls me out.
I mindlessly walk behind him as he takes me inside his home.
Our home? It is a beautiful two-story home.
It’s got a cozy feel about it that makes me happy.
Grayson walks me upstairs and down the hall before turning into the master bedroom. We go straight to the bathroom, and he turns the shower on. “I’m going to shower with you. Is that okay?” Grayson asks, holding my face.
“Gray, your come is on my thighs, and we both know you won’t leave me alone right now,” I say. “I don’t really want to be alone.”
“I really need you to communicate if I am pushing you too far or moving too fast. I’m not exactly known to be anything less than intense, so I…”
I go up on my tiptoes and gently kiss him.
I do it again, and his body relaxes. “Grayson… I am in love with you. I have been for a while. I thought I was absolutely bonkers for it and tried to blame it on transferrence, or whatever, but standing here with you feels so damn natural,” I say.
“I want it all, no matter the speed. Honestly, I’d much rather you throw everything at me all at once, though. ”
“Then I want you to meet my family. They won’t get into town until Sunday, so they missed the ceremony, but they also didn’t know I’d be in it,” he tells me. “I want to get you a ring. I want to spoil you fucking rotten. I want to do depraved things to you, and I want everyone to fucking watch.”
“What about you?” I ask. “What can I do for you?”
“Trust me,” he says, gently kissing me.
When he pulls back, he starts undressing me. Grayson grunts as he looks over my naked body as he takes his own clothes off. Seeing how hard he is works like a fucking drug. I have never wanted anything more than I want him right now.
Grayson pulls us into the shower and starts washing my hair. When he is done, he applies conditioner and starts washing my body. The way this man touches me is unlike anything I have ever experienced. He is so gentle, but firm all at once.
I never noticed before because he was always wearing a suit, but Grayson is covered in tattoos. His arms, chest, and back are covered. He is somehow even more stunning now. The way he looks at my body—despite the scars—it’s like I am a fucking goddess.
“Tell me what you enjoy,” I say after a while.
“Sexually?”
“No, for breakfast,” I laugh. “Yes.”
“Well, I like making sassy little brats cry while they come on my cock,” he says with a sweet smile.
“You, sir, have a filthy mouth,” I laugh.
“I like causing pain and pleasure,” he says. “I like pushing someone to their breaking point, and then holding them there until they are comfortable.”
“Kinks?”
“Spanking, flogging, whipping, anything that induces pain without injury. Causing fear or intentionally triggering someone.”
“That last bit sounds an awful lot like CNC,” I say. “What’s the term for you telling me what to do, and I just do it?”
“You’re thinking of total power exchange,” he says. “What about it?”
“I was thinking about what you said with me being capable of being independent,” I say. “I… that terrifies me. I’ve never been on my own. I’ve never made my own decisions. I trust you to not hurt me, so I’d rather follow your lead and slowly get to the point of being independent.”
“TPE is more than just me telling you what to do. It’s you completely giving me control over your mind, body, and soul. It requires unlimited trust,” he warns.
“I trust you,” I say. “I’m still going to be a brat though.”
“Mhmm,” he says with a smirk. “If you give me that level of control, Milly, I will push you hard and have strict expectations for you. Punishments will be swift, and rewards will be completely over the top.”
“I understand,” I say. “Is it what you want?”
“Yes,” he says. “I will do just fine without complete control, but I prefer it.”
I don’t know what I am doing, but I do what feels right.
I step back and go down to my knees in front of Grayson.
“Grayson, I am yours in mind, body, and soul. I trust you to guide me just as you have for the last two years. You saved me in ways I will never be able to repay you for. I love you with all that I am, and I want to offer you every single shred of my heart.”
“My sweet masochist,” Grayson says as he smiles down at me. “Would you like to establish a safe word?”
“No,” I say. “I trust you to not push me further than what I am ready for.”
“Not having a safe word means you are at my mercy, Milly. It means I can do whatever I want whenever I want. It’s free and unlimited use,” he says. “If I tell you to do something, you’re expected to comply immediately or be punished.”
“I understand,” I say.
“What do you do if I tell you to do something you don’t want?”
“Trust you,” I say.
“If you get scared?”
“I talk to you,” I laugh.
“What if I don’t address your fears?”
“You would, though,” I say. “I trust you, Gray. I want this.”
“Okay,” he says with a sweet smile as he pulls me up. He rinses my hair, but then kisses me. “Dry off and lie face down on the bed.”
“Okay!” I say happily. I get out and do as I am told.
I am lying on my belly for no more than a few minutes when Grayson joins me. “You want to see what I like to do?” he asks. “Experience what it would be like to be mine?”
“Yes,” I say softly.
“No safe word. No way out. Just patience and trust,” he says as he gently rubs my ass.
“I want to know.”
Grayson smacks my ass hard, and my skin burns, but I just sigh. He does it again and again, getting harder with every smack. The pain makes me relax, but as he increases intensity, I struggle to stay quiet.
“Fuck,” I groan when he smacks my ass again.
“You ready, pretty girl?” Grayson asks, gently rubbing my ass.
“For what?”
“Paddle or belt. Pick.”
“Paddle.”
“Belt it is,” he says, snapping the leather across my ass.
I don’t scream. No, I moan. It’s loud, broken, and I love it.
The next hit slaps across my lower back, and he chuckles when I whimper.
Thighs. Ass. Mid-back. The belt slaps across my back over and over again.
My body is tense, and I am in tears, but I can feel it building. I say nothing, praying he doesn’t stop.
“My sweet little masochist. Are you going to come?” Grayson asks, hitting me harder. “Tell me.”
Smack.
“Say it, Milly. You love the way I hurt you.”
Smack.
“Yes,” I moan
“Say it,” Grayson growls.
Smack
“Yes! Please, hurt me. I love it. Please,” I yell at him.
Instead of continuing, Grayson suddenly flips me to my back.
I’m confused until he dips his head and wraps his arms around my thighs.
His teeth clamp down on my clit, and he sucks.
A scream rips from my chest, and my hips buck.
An orgasm explodes out of me, but he’s not done.
Grayson continues to bite, suck, and lick my now ultra-sensitive clit until I am crying. It’s not just regular tears, it’s sobbing and moaning. I’m begging him to stop, but we both know I don’t mean it. I’d happily die under this man’s mouth.
“Please! I can’t,” I cry. “Oh, God. No. Fuck. Please stop. No, no, no. Not again. Fuck. Gray, please. Oh fuck. I’m coming. Oh, please stop. I’m coming.”
When my orgasm fades and he finally stops, I know he’s not done.
This man is so goddamn hard, he might actually fuck me through this bed.
Grayson hooks one of my legs over his arms and slams into me with no warning.
Before I can make any noise or react, he wraps his hand around my throat and tightens until I can hardly breathe.
When he starts to move his hips, he fucks me devastatingly hard and deep, like he’s trying to hurt me.
He is hurting me, but goddamn, it’s fucking heavenly.
Despite the fact that he is choking me while slamming his cock against my cervix, he is also peppering my face with soft kisses, whispering the sweetest fucking things.
“You’re so fucking beautiful… God, I love you… You feel so fucking good… Mine. You’re all mine… Come for me, Baby Girl. God, just like that. Fuck, this tight little cunt.”
His sweet, yet possessive, words rattle around in my brain, and it pulls me into a sort of daze that I have no desire to escape. He releases my throat before dropping down and burying his face in my neck. I am weak, but I wrap my arms around his neck to hold him.
“You want my come, don’t you, Baby Girl? I can feel how much you love how I hurt you,” Grayson groans.
“Yes, Daddy. Please come in me,” I moan.
Have you ever had one of those moments where something comes out of your mouth, and you would do anything to reverse time to take it back?
The second I open my stupid fucking mouth, it comes out without warning.
My moans instantly sound panicked, and I freak the fuck out.
I go from hugging him to my chest to actively fighting him while he fucks me.
He doesn’t stop. I can hear him saying something, but I can’t focus.
Why the fuck did I say that? He is nothing like my father.
He is nothing like my stepfather. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Stop. Milly. Stop. Baby,” Grayson says. When I don’t listen, he grabs me by the throat and squeezes until I can’t breathe. “You are either going to listen, or fucking suffocate.”
“I’m sorry,” I choke out through tears when he lets me breathe.
“You have nothing to apologize for, sweet girl,” he says before gently kissing me. “Do you trust me, Milly?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Say it again,” he says as he starts to move his hips again, fucking me deep. “Say it, Milly. Trust me.”
“Daddy,” I whisper. I am immediately rewarded as he quickens his pace and pushes deeper. “Oh God…”
“No… Say it,” he grunts. “Say it and tell me what you want.”
“Please let me come, Daddy,” I say hesitantly.
He quickens his pace, and it clicks. He wants me to call him Daddy.
If I’m going to call this man, Daddy, I’m going to do whatever I have to do to be his good little girl.
For the first time in my entire life, I step away from how others see me and chase what I want.
Right now, it is Grayson Fucking Torres to be my Daddy.
Whatever the fuck that means.
Grayson rolls us, so I am on top. As he thrusts his hips up, I rock mine into his. Our bodies collide over and over, sending me spiraling into desire so deep that I’ll never be able to escape it.
“Oh, Daddy. Fuck. Oh Fuck. That feels so good,” I moan as I cling to him. The harder he fucks me, the more he forces me to say it over and over. It’s coming out of me so naturally. It’s as though it is a scar to open, and he is rewriting everything I have ever known.
“Yes, Daddy. Yes. Oh my God. I’m coming,” I nearly whimper as my orgasm explodes and tightens my body around him.
“Fuck, Milly,” Grayson moans in my ear as he drains his cock inside me. Eventually, I stop moving, and I am left limp with his cock still buried inside of me. We are breathless and exhausted, so neither of us move.
“Gray…” I start to say as I sit up.
“No,” he says, pulling me back to his chest. “No regret. No remorse.”
“I called you Daddy,” I whisper. I sniff back tears, and he squeezes me in a hug.
“Did you picture me as your father or stepfather at that moment?”
“No, but…”
“Then it was said in a different context. If you didn’t connect it to them, then it’s not about them.
It’s about you wanting someone to take care of you.
Calling me Daddy tells me that you see me as a caretaker.
A provider. Someone you feel safe with. It is not sexualizing a parental figure or incest. It is not attaching me to your trauma.
It’s you expressing yourself in ways words will never explain. ”
“I love you,” I say softly.
“I love you too, Baby Girl,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I smile and bury my face, and he chuckles. “You like it when I call you, Baby Girl?”
“Yes. It makes me happy,” I admit.
“Good. Go to sleep, Baby Girl,” he says.
“Your dick is inside of me,” I mutter.
“I know. Sleep, Milly. I’ll clean you once you fall asleep.”
“Mkay,” I say as I relax into his body. He gently rubs my back, and it drags me into my dreams.