Chapter 4
Chapter Four
“Am I that obvious?” Helena smiled softly.
She had the prettiest pink lips. God, he wanted to bite them.
“It’s not about being obvious. It’s about your personality. Your demeanor. You have an eagerness to please and you’re terrified of offending me. When you met me, you called me ‘Sir’ without a second thought. But I prefer another name.”
Helena let out a shaky breath, bringing her warm hand up to his which was still around her neck. They were practically nose to nose.
“Oh?” she whispered almost too quietly.
“Would you like to know what that is?”
Grayson’s fingers trailed across the center of her pretty throat. His little girl stilled, instinctively dropping her shoulders and submitting.
“Yes…”
Her chest heaved, her swelling breasts almost spilling from her neckline when Grayson trailed his hand down her chest.
“You’ll need to guess, princess.”
Helena bit down on her lip when he stroked her breast, only feeling a thin bra under the material of her dress.
“What happens if I guess wrong?”
Her thighs began to part in her chair, seemingly inviting him.
“Then I touch anywhere I can, besides right where I know you want me.”
She whimpered, squirming in her seat but leaning further and further into his touch.
“Is it Sir?” Her pretty brown pools pleaded with him.
“While I like how that sounded when you said it the first time, no. Try again.”
His fingers passed over her belly, all but ignoring between her legs and moving to her thighs. He hiked up the hem of her dress, aching for a taste of them.
“M-master?” Her thighs trembled slightly as he spread them, revealing just a glimpse of her black cotton panties.
Grayson felt his cock twitch. As much as he liked that, it wasn’t the right answer either.
Gently, he guided both of her legs up, hooking his hands behind her knees and resting one of her sandal-clad feet in his lap, and the other on her chair, effectively spreading her out like a treat just for him.
“Try again, baby. You’re getting so close.” He emphasized just how close by running his fingers over her inner thighs, moving his other hand over her hair and giving a slight tug.
“Oh god…” Helena threw her head back, bucking her hips to try and get any friction she could.
“Be good. You’re just there.” Grayson guided her dress up past her hips, and she was obscenely exposed to him. Just one slip past her panties, and he would be right where she wanted him.
“Daddy!” she desperately cried out.
Grayson grinned, finally rewarding his girl.
He dipped into the soft cotton, finding her so wet and ready.
“Fuck!” Helena tensed, both fighting to keep her legs open and against shutting them on his hand.
“Open, baby. Open. That’s my good girl.”
She nodded, repositioning herself more comfortably and resting her body against his, giving him complete access.
The kitchen was so quiet, save for her strangled moans and wet little pussy. His cock painfully hard, he clenched his jaw and pressed his lips against her cheek.
“Do you want to come, baby?”
“Oh fuck! I don’t know if I can—”
“You can. Focus on me. How it feels.”
Grayson felt her anxiousness in her body’s tenseness, resorting to wrapping his hand around her throat again, but not squeezing. He recognized just what she needed to feel safe and secure.
“You can let go with me, baby. Is that what you want?”
“Yes! Yes!”
Helena’s thighs spread wider. A gush of arousal fluid soaked his hand. So close. He rolled her engorged button between his fingers.
“Enjoy it, baby. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
She craned her neck to gaze back at him in surprise.
“No?”
The look on her face almost broke him, and he slowed his movements.
“Baby, this is for you. I would never rush you. I want you to enjoy your time with me.”
A lusty smile spread across her cheeks, and her head fell back.
With no pressure, gleeful and happy moans filled his ears, and her hips had a harder time staying still.
Grayson felt her hand reach back to stroke the bulge in his dress pants. But he stopped her, taking that little hand and pressing a kiss to it.
“No, baby. Let Daddy have you. I want to take this slowly.”
He pressed harder on her clit, ensuring all she could do was surrender and make a mess all over his fingers.
“But—”
“Hush.”
Helena obeyed, resting her head on his shoulder and bracing her hands against him.
When her legs began to tremble, he quickened his movements. Her breasts were so close to popping out of her dress, at this point he was ready to rip the thing off. She was already so prettily exposed to him. And close to coming.
“Say it again, baby.”
“Huh?” Her head barely moved as she focused on her pleasure, but he slowed down to garner her attention.
“No, no…” Helena pouted at the loss.
“Say what I want you to call me. I want to make sure you don’t forget.” Grayson picked up where he left off, finding her swollen and needy.
“Daddy.”
“Again.”
“Daddy!” Helena wailed as her feet found their way into the air, her entire body shuddering as her orgasm finally found her. Her hand reached for his pants again, but he took it away once more, determined to let her ride it out.
She came down from her glorious high, cheeks the color of a pink rose and her hair draped all around his face.
Grayson helped his satisfied guest back upright in her chair at the table where their abandoned lunch had gotten cold.
She smoothed back her mussed hair, no longer meeting his eyes.
“What is it, baby?”
“Nothing,” she mumbled, squirming in her seat.
He tipped his finger under her chin.
“Helena. Tell me what’s wrong.”
She shook her head, shaking her wispy bangs in her eyes.
“Nothing’s wrong! It was so good. It was… amazing.”
Grayson lifted a brow. “Is that a bad thing?”
“No, it’s just…”
She fingered the hem of her dress, fitting it back over her buxom hips.
“I’m supposed to take care of you too, but you wouldn’t let me. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Grayson cocked his head. Why would she believe she had to reciprocate?
“If you aren’t that into me, I understand.” Helena shrugged, but the frown that replaced her happy smile broke him.
Grayson narrowed his eyes. How could she have even contemplated that thought was beyond him. But alarm bells rang in his head at her thought process. Feeling that she had to satisfy him?
“Helena, you can touch me as you would any other man, but I hope to be the only one.”
Her eyes got wide, and she took his hand.
“You are! You are, I swear! I haven’t been with anyone in over a year!”
She squeezed his hand a little too tightly.
“Baby, calm down, I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant that while we’re seeing each other, I want it to be only us. I want us to give this a fair try.”
“We’re… seeing each other?” She tilted her head, relaxing but still appearing almost surprised.
“If you’ll have me.”
He waited a moment for her response. She smiled and nodded, tracing her fingertips over his bony knuckles.
“Now, why would you feel that sexually satisfying me is an obligation, not something that can also be enjoyed?” Grayson didn’t like that she felt she had to touch him, like an exchange of services. To Grayson, sex was to be mutually enjoyed by both parties, not an ordeal.
“I guess… it’s just me.” Helena shrugged but lowered her eyes again. She wasn’t being completely truthful.
He wanted to delve deeper but held back out of fear of being shut out.
Instead, Grayson leaned in for a kiss, which she happily accepted, wrapping her arms around his neck carefully.
“I’ll tell you right now. If I pleasure you, I’m not seeking anything back that you don’t want, or feel ready to give. We have all the time in the world to explore each other. Do you think you can do that?”
Her lip gloss tasted like strawberries, and he dived in for another playful kiss. She smiled, her nose adorably scrunched as she filled his mouth with giggly moans.
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… Daddy?”
Grayson’s cock twitched to life hearing her say it, knowing for sure he was a goner.
“Mmm,” he hummed, bringing her lips right back where he wanted them. They parted, allowing their tongues to dance.
He swore she was ready to take his fingers again when she began climbing on his lap, this time with no hesitation.
But his watch beeped, ruining their moment.
“Oh, fuck.” He forced himself from her mouth.
“What?” she breathlessly moaned.
“I have to get ready for my next appointment.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I can go.” Helena made a move to extract herself from his arms, but he held her close.
“Would you stay here with me?”
She looked back at him.
“Stay here while you work?”
“Yes, it’s my last appointment of the day. I’d only be about an hour, then I can be all yours the rest of the day. That is if you want.”
He watched her consider his offer, running her delicate fingers through her hair.
“I guess so, I just don’t want to be a bother.”
“Never.” He pulled her closer in his lap, making sure her feet were tucked in before rolling them both into the living room.
“Sit right here, I have some books on the shelf or you can watch TV. I’ll be done as quickly as I can.”
She climbed off his lap, making it hard for Grayson not to stare at her rounded bottom he was desperate to spank.
“Oh, I have my textbook with me. I carry it everywhere. I can just catch up on some reading.”
“Good girl.” He leaned in for another kiss before forcing himself away.
“One hour. Don’t you move from that spot.”
Helena shook her head, planting herself further on the couch and folding her hands in her lap.
Grayson rolled down the hall, shutting the door behind him and turning on his desktop to prepare for his appointment, still able to smell her perfume lingering on his skin
The hour dragged along slow as can be, but he finally shut off his computer and eagerly returned to the woman waiting for him.
When he caught a glimpse of her from the hall, she had her earphones in, nodding her head to the beat as she highlighted passages in her book.
She looked perfect in his house, on his couch, leaning on the pillow he was fantasizing about putting beneath her hips so he could bury his face between her legs.
She was beautiful.
He waited patiently for her to notice his presence. Helena jumped and took off her buds.
“Sorry! You’re all done?”
“Don’t apologize. And yes, I’m officially yours. What would you like to do?”
Helena shrugged, sheepishly looking down. “I’m not sure; I’ve never done something like this before.”
“What, a date?”
“Usually, I was in and out.”
Grayson tilted his head.
“What do you mean?”
Helena froze as she put her book away.
“Um… you know, quick date then it was all done. You want to go for a walk?” She jumped to her feet, quickly changing the subject.
Grayson made a mental note to try to get her to open up to him but was determined to give her a wonderful day.
“There’s a park down the street. I go there to walk around a lot.”
He led them out the door and down the ramp
“You can walk?”
He felt her cringe at her question.
“Yes, but short distances and with support like a walker.”
They walked in awkward silence for a few minutes. Grayson instructed her to walk alongside him opposite where his pin pad was so he could hold her hand. She giggled, swinging their grasp.
“Baby, no question you ask me is off limits. Go on, hit me.”
She tucked her hair behind her ears.
“So… the walking?”
“Is different from typical people. Like I said, I need my walker and I can’t go very far. My legs do shake when I’m exerting myself. Many years of physical therapy got me to that spot. A lot of people see it as an inspiring or miraculous thing.”
He saw her wrinkle her nose
“Why? They don’t know you. It’s just you walking and moving around like anyone else.”
“Exactly. It isn’t earth-shattering when an able-bodied person stands up and moves around, but disabled people like me can often be used as inspiration porn. We just want to lead normal lives, but at the same time be afforded the accommodations necessary for us to do that.”
“Why is it so complicated?”
Grayson loved being able to have this conversation with her. She was intrigued, taking in all the information he could provide her, offering no judgment and only curiosity.
They reached the park, and she excitedly skipped to a bed of roses a local environmental group planted.
“My favorite.” She bent to stroke the delicate petals.
“Oh, thank you for telling me. I’ll have to get you some.”
She stood up. “You don’t have to do that.”
Grayson moved his chair closer to her, taking hold of her dress and pulled her to him.
“Telling Daddy what to do?” Grayson watched her squirm and bite down on her plump lip. She shook her head.
“Good girl.” She squeaked as he tapped her bottom, just barely using force.
“No one has given me flowers before,” she murmured as she bent down to smell a particularly beautiful rose, perfectly in bloom.
Grayson felt his chest rumble. He’d shower her with roses every day if he could, running the soft petals over every curve he could find. Making her feel good on a bed full of roses just for her.
He followed behind her as she lazily trailed around the garden, running her fingers over every flower. The sun kissed her skin perfectly, making every chocolatey strand of her hair brighter. It emphasized the brilliant earthy tone of her eyes that could move mountains.
Those eyes began to glare as a passing elderly couple arm in arm looked up and down at him and Helena. The woman glanced at Helena with almost pity, followed by contempt when her eyes landed on him. And Grayson knew what she was thinking.
“Such a shame.” He overheard her speaking as the two disappeared behind them. “What could he possibly offer her?”
The smile was wiped from Helena’s face, and her feet stopped in their tracks. She turned, beginning to march in their direction with a scowl that could kill.
Grayson grabbed her hand, stopping her.
“Helena, don’t.”
“Who the hell does she think she is? They don’t know you!”
Her brows tightly pinched, he rubbed her hand in little circles. “I’m used to it; I’ve heard things like that my whole life.”
It stung when the woman’s words reached his ears, he wouldn’t lie. But he had nothing to prove to anyone. He was happy and content. If only they knew how she had come undone under his fingers an hour before.
“It doesn’t make it right! Hey!” she almost screeched, tugging away to admonish the older couple.
“Helena. Come here.” He refused to let go of her hand but did not use force in pulling her to him.
“But–” She gestured to their direction but was silenced when Grayson zeroed in on his misbehaving girl.
“Helena.” He slowed her name, dropping his voice to get her attention. Willingly, she moved closer to him, looking down at him sheepishly. He kept his hold on her hand.
“I appreciate that you want to stand up for me, I really do. But it isn’t worth it. Their opinions are meaningless.”
He watched as her cheeks grew hot not just under the spring sun, but with frustration.
“I don’t like rude people.” She took her hand away and folded her arms across her buxom chest, causing her cleavage to push out over the neckline of her dress.
“Neither do I, but I don’t give them my energy in accosting them, and I don’t want you to either.”
Grayson watched her nostrils flare as she inhaled and exhaled, looking anywhere but at him. He couldn’t help but smile at her feeble attempt to avoid his talking to.
“So I get punished now?” She raised a brow.
“No, this is just a warning. You’ll find that life with me may be full of ignorant people who think they can say whatever pops into their heads. I brush it off my shoulder, and you’ll learn how too.” He pulled her close, guiding her back onto his lap. Grayson found that he missed her warmth.
She relaxed in his arms as they watched the water where koi fish could be seen swimming near the surface.
“I’m sorry. I have a short fuse,” she mumbled.
“No, you have a low tolerance for ass hats.”
His statement made her snicker before barely being able to contain her sweet laughter.
He pressed his lips to her neck, tickling her skin with his beard. She squealed, trying to extract herself.
“So scratchy!”
“So soft.” He groaned against her throat, but stopped himself before he became very hard in a very public place.
Another older couple made their way on the track to their shady spot, an elderly man pushing his wife in a wheelchair. She was tiny, with long white hair and almost dripping in jewelry that was slightly too gaudy for her frame. She flashed them a smile enhanced by her bright pink lipstick and waved.
“Oh look, Charles, such nice young people!” She looked back and up at her husband, who was still quite tall in his old age. The elderly man smiled and waved at them.
“You’re a lovely couple.”
They went on their way, enjoying the view.
“See, not all people are bad.”
Helena’s head followed them around the track until she couldn’t see them anymore.
“They remind me of my grandparents. They’re so cute.”
“So are you.” He guided her head back down to his shoulder, rocking her with his body, knowing for sure that he had found the woman of his dreams.