Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Grayson saw her out to her car, opening and closing her door for her and being sure she put her seatbelt on.
“Are we still on for our dinner date next week?”
She nodded, promising to bring dessert but not telling him what it would be.
He kissed her goodbye after confirming their next date, making her promise to text him when she returned home. Even after reminding him she was only a few minutes away, Grayson raised a brow.
“I don’t care. I want to know you’re safe.”
She thought about rolling her eyes, but decided against it, knowing he had no issue with discipline.
Helena skipped up the stairs to her apartment, happily humming as she unlocked her door. She pulled out her phone and texted him she was home safe, even sending him a picture of her curled up on the couch. Suddenly, the black leather was too sticky against her bare thighs, so she ran to the bedroom to put on comfortable clothes.
When her shirt from a medical oddity museum she’d gotten when she was a teenager went over her head, she heard her phone ping again. Helena quickly shimmied on some shorts with little skulls on them and hurried to answer it. The number looking back at her was unfamiliar.
Hey, pretty girl. Miss me?
Pretty girl. The name Daniel used to call her.
Nausea filled her throat as she debated between answering or blocking him.
Why today of all days… why did he have to ruin everything?
She decided to text, hoping it would discourage him.
Wrong number.
Almost instantly, his text came through.
I don’t think so. Helena Sophie. Brown hair. Wants to be a mortician. I know who I’m talking to.
Helena sank down on her couch.
“ What the fuck,” she muttered as she prepared to hit the dot icon in the corner to delete and block the number. Another text came through before she could press it.
Why don’t you let me come over?
A single tear dropped on her phone before she blocked and deleted the ghost from her past, throwing the phone down on the cushion.
The intrusive thoughts came pouring in. The walls suddenly closed in on her. There was too much stuff in here. The sunset coming in through her window was blinding. The neighbors’ loud-ass car driving away grated on her ear drums. Helena’s foot bumped against the edge of her coffee table as she moved to get up, enraging her.
She sent it a few feet across the room with a kick, stomping to the front door and jiggling the handle and double checking the chain. On to the windows.
This is ridiculous.
The more rational part of her brain yelled at her.
You moved after breaking contact with him. He doesn’t know where you live.
Helena ignored it, checking each window until she was satisfied.
Daniel never threatened to break into her home, but there were times in her old apartment he would show up, expecting to be taken to her room.
If he ever showed up, Helena wasn’t sure what she would do. Slam the door in his face? Scream and call 911? Panic and freeze?
She pressed her suddenly too hot body against the cool wood of the door, physically adding herself as another shield from the world.
“He’s gone. He’s not going to find you. He doesn’t know where you live.” She repeated the mantra to herself she had made up to talk herself down if this ever happened.
The happy carefree feeling was gone; she would have given anything to feel it again. The tears streamed down her face faster. Grayson. She wanted Grayson. She picked up her phone to call him but hesitated.
You’re going to scare him away. This is too much baggage for him. He doesn’t need to know yet.
All she wanted was to hear his voice. Would she be bothering him if she called? He had just seen her merely minutes ago.
Her fingers dialed before her brain could catch up, and in seconds, he answered.
“Hey, gorgeous. You okay?”
She sniffed, blinking away the tears and wiping them away.
“Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to say goodnight.” She sank on the couch, curling her knees tightly to her chest.
Not yet. she would tell him soon. but not yet.
Helena’s sweat-slicked strands of hair fell in her face as she scrubbed the floor of the half bath on her hands and knees. Her Wednesday afternoon home, owned by a lovely young couple, was pristine and perfect. Not a trace of their friendly husky’s hair was to be found as it now clogged up her vacuum pack. They had a wonderful taste in decor. A Halloween-themed bathroom with orange walls and pumpkin gourds and skeleton figurines. Even a little countdown to Halloween.
The bathroom sat right next to the large laundry room, then came the garage, where she let herself out and would gather all her supplies after going through the checklist of the home again.
Helena carefully dried the last of the baseboard before closing the door, waving to the woman who was on the phone but gave her a thumbs up for her work.
Helena mouthed thank you before working her way out, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from her head. Her jeans were stuck to her legs, and her usually black uniform shirt was covered in dust.
I definitely need a shower before I see Grayson.
She responded to his text from earlier that morning, when he instructed her to tell him when she was through with the home, and to update him at least once in the middle of her cleaning.
She detailed just how sweaty and grimy she was as she chugged her water bottle, wishing she could just dump it all over herself.
Are you okay? You have plenty of water?
She typed back, reassuring him she had enough for at least a whole other home. But thankfully, this home was the only one she did on Wednesdays.
She disposed of her mop water and took out the paperwork detailing the layout of the house, checking through to make sure she missed nothing. Satisfied, she put everything back in her trunk and turned on the much-needed AC.
Are you going home?
Helena typed back.
I want to shower before I come over. I smell like lemon oil and all-purpose cleaner.
Take your time, babygirl. Daddy’s here.
The warm fuzzy feeling returned.
He sent a picture of their meal to come, some steaks with steamed vegetables. Helena’s mouth watered as she hurried home.
She meticulously took care to wash any trace of cleaning fluid off her body. Her hands had taken some abuse, evident by the dry skin on her palms. She scrubbed her scalp and medium length tresses, knowing she had been sweating all morning. The lavender-scented shampoo had worked its charm on him. Whenever she bent down to his level for a hug, she felt his nose pressing into her hair. She made quick work of shaving her legs, unsure if tonight there would be any intimacy. Helena wanted to take care of him as soon as she learned how to without hurting him. Her plump thighs and voluptuous curves made her slightly too large for him, though he didn’t complain when he pulled her onto his lap.
Her nipples pebbled at the thought of being under his control again. Completely at his mercy.
One hand trailed down her belly, not flat. Pleasingly plump, he didn’t seem to mind when he had her dress hiked up gripping her hips. In fact, it looked like he liked it. Helena bit her lip, holding back from bringing her hand down between her legs. If it happened tonight, she would let it happen naturally.
She adeptly dried her hair and styled it, throwing on another nice sundress. Purple this time. Her favorite color. She gathered the dessert she had made the night before and was knocking on his door not ten minutes later.
“Aw, I’m sorry, baby, I should have been watching so I could walk you up.” He wheeled back and let her in.
Something smelled delicious.
“It’s okay. I thought you’d be busy.” She held out her perfect cheesecake.
“I cannot wait to dig into this.” He pointed to her dessert, then crooked his finger. She lowered herself, gasping as his lips connected with hers.
She moaned into his mouth and went slack but remembered her dessert and pulled back.
“But I couldn’t wait for those lips either.”
She felt herself go pink, then set down their treat.
“You don’t get tired of my kisses?”
“Why would I?” He pursued her into the kitchen, where she observed two nice-sized steaks on the stove. In the oven she could see some baby potatoes and other vegetables. Helena’s stomach rumbled.
“Do you need help with anything?”
“No, I’ve got it, beautiful. Let me get you a drink?”
“Water, please.” She sat at the kitchen table admiring his body and the way his biceps flexed under his plain black shirt. His tattoos had faded over time, but they decorated his skin beautifully.
“Are you sure you don’t need help?”
Helena moved to get up when he gripped the water pitcher.
“Don’t worry about me, baby, this is nothing.” He handed her a glass of water and peeked in the oven once more.
Helena now noticed how there was nothing else impeding his path in the kitchen besides the small table and a single chair.
“I don’t mean to be rude. I just wouldn’t want to sit here and do nothing if you were struggling,” she confessed.
“I won’t lie, it’s a little hard sometimes. But I make it work. If it makes you feel better, you can be on standby in case I need you.” He smiled and flipped their steaks one final time before transferring them to pre-set plates. He removed their sides from the oven carefully and in minutes, they were enjoying their dinner.
She noticed the star-shaped tattoo on the back of his neck when he turned his head to get them napkins.
“What was that tattoo for?” She gestured.
“That was for my grandmother. She loved the stars, the moon. Everything having to do with space. She passed away when I was small. She and my grandfather would keep me when my dad was working.” He smiled at the memory
“Your mom?”
The smile disappeared, and instantly Helena regretted asking.
“I was never sure where she was. In and out of my life, drinking. My dad always had full custody. When I got sick, my mom wasn’t really sure what to do. My dad took care of all my appointments and surgeries. Eventually, the drinking took its toll. Last I heard, she was in a nursing facility. It’s been years since I’ve seen her, actually.”
Helena took in the information which almost mirrored her experience with her father. For all she knew, he may have been in a nursing home as well.
“Do you ever want to see her?”
“No. I’ve made my peace and forgave her a long time ago. But I won’t reintroduce her into my life or my future children.” He lightened the mood by taking her hand across the table, running his fingers over the back of her palm.
“You want kids?”
“Definitely! At least one. You?”
“I love kids. I’m on the pill right now so we don’t need to worry about it. I never actually thought it would happen but…” Helena poked her steak, thinking of the possibility.
“Do you have any questions about my ability to have kids?”
“I didn’t want to pry, Daddy.” Helena paused but watched as a smile spread across his face.
“You wouldn’t be. I’ve waited for the right woman for a long time to start a family with.”
She sat back, hiking up her skirt slightly to cross her legs.
“So, have you found her?”
“I think so.”
The way he caressed his fork was even sensual.
“What’s she like?” Helena teased.
“She has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. Chocolate-brown hair. Desperately afraid of offending me though nothing she says could ever do that. And I really”—he pulled out and moved around the table to her chair—“really”—his hand found her bare thigh—“really want to take her to my room right now.”
Helena threw herself in his arms, not hesitating to climb on his lap anymore. She captured his lips, reveling in how his beard and mustache tickled her skin.
“Take her there then.” She broke away, and their dinner was abandoned just like last time.
She pressed kisses to his throat as he moved them with ease around the corners of the house until they reached his bed.
Helena crawled onto it, pushing her ass up in the air and letting her dress ride up to reveal her panties. He didn’t take his eyes off her as he lifted his hips and tugged his jeans off. His cock hardened against his stretchy boxers, and Helena eyed it with anticipation.
“Come here, baby.” He moved the legs of his chair to the side with a small latch, and she had complete access to him.
Helena knelt before him, palming his length. “Do you want me to?” she whispered.
“More than anything. Don’t be scared. You can’t hurt me.”
Helena squared her shoulders, pulling him free from the material where he sprang out.
She licked up his length, right on a prominent vein.
His body responded immediately with a twitch of his hips.
She swirled her tongue over his cockhead, tasting the salty precum already accumulating.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he whisper-moaned.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as she kissed his tip, easing him past her plump lips slowly. She wanted to prolong his pleasure. To take her time with him.
His thighs tightened around her as she bobbed up and down. He didn’t plant his hand into her hair, forcing her to take it deeper. He gripped the sides of his chair with almost white knuckles, only moving his hips along with her.
“Mmm…” She moaned around his cock, moving her fist along the base as she hollowed out her cheeks.
He growled, unable to hold himself back. “Jesus… I fucking love you like this.” His body became slack as he gave in to her ministrations.
Helena released him, letting her tongue remain in contact with his manhood as she swirled it once more, right beneath his sensitive purple head.
“Oh god, baby, I’m going to come if you keep that up.” His voice became strained.
“You want to?” She kept her fist slowly pumping up and down his length, keeping her lover on the edge.
“Not yet. Let me make you feel good.”
Helena pouted but got up and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Don’t give me that lip, baby. You’ll be using it to scream my name in a minute.” He shrugged off the remainder of his clothes and eased her dress up her thighs.
“I want to see you. All of you.”
Without a second thought, Helena practically tore her dress from her body but left on her matching bra and panties.
“That’s pretty, baby. But Daddy wants to see everything .”
He reached around to undo her lacy bra himself, tossing it in some forgotten corner of the room.
Grayson eased her back on the bed, slowly taking her panties from her and throwing them after the bra.
“Spread your legs for me, princess.”
Helena fought the urge to shut her eyes and look away. She was completely exposed. Nothing was hidden from him.
“Can you stay there like a good little girl and let Daddy take care of everything?”
God, the way he spoke to her. It stirred long forgotten fantasies and dreams within her. For once, she didn’t fight it.
“Yes, Daddy.” She sighed. In seconds, he was on her. His face between her already quivering legs.
She was already so turned on after pleasuring him and was prepared to receive his cock. But he was taking time to attend to her, ensuring she was absolutely ready for him.
His tongue lapped voraciously, then alternated to slow, agonizing licks up her slit.
“Ohhhh Gooooood…” She drew out every word, fighting the urge to clamp down on his head.
Grayson’s hands took care of that urge for her, and hooked around the backs of her thighs, ensuring she remained open for him.
“Oh god, don’t stop!” Helena squealed as she tried to squirm away from him and push her pelvis further into him at the same time.
She must have wriggled too much because his hand swatted one firm cheek.
Helena yelped, “Hey!”
“What did Daddy tell you?”
She could see her arousal soaking his lips. “To spread my legs and stay here?”
She planted herself firmly on the bed but had an idea and flattened her feet against the arms of his chair, allowing her to rock against his mouth.
Eventually, the pleasure grew too intense, and they were flailing in the air again as he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. Grayson grazed it ever so gently between his teeth.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” The pressure in her belly grew, and her legs began to shake uncontrollably, signaling her undoing.
“I’m going to come,” she barely uttered above a whisper.
She rocked her hips over his mouth, desperate for relief. But he pulled away, using his thumb to just barely continue the pleasure.
“When you want Daddy to make you come, you ask him. You’ll let go like a good girl, won’t you?”
Helena almost cried as his thumb applied pressure, but it wasn’t enough.
“Daddy, please! Please!” She must have sounded pathetic. Lusty. She didn’t care. As long as he didn’t fucking stop
“‘Daddy, please’ what, Helena? You want him to tongue that little clit and put his big cock inside you?”
He was enjoying this, evidenced by his evil grin.
She toyed with the idea of grabbing his wrist and forcing him to make her come.
“I want you to tongue my little clit and put your big cock inside me, Daddy.” Her whole body varying shades of pink, and modesty long tossed out the window, she would do anything for him.
“Good girl.” He dived again, moving his fingers inside her and wriggling them in a come-hither motion. He relentlessly tongued her slit until her entire body stiffened.
“Daddy, can I come?” It was more of a statement than a question. She was too far gone to stop herself even if she tried.
He groaned a yes against her pussy, and her body exploded in orgasm.
He restrained her, forcing her to continue taking his tongue and fingers until she was practically running away from him on the bed.
“Too much, it’s too much…”
Grayson listened, removing himself and looking down at his handiwork. Helena almost couldn’t catch her breath. How could it have been any better?
“Can you take me again, baby?” His fist was pumping his length.
She excitedly nodded. “How do we…?”
“Daddy’s got you. Don’t worry.” He pressed another kiss to her swollen lips, guiding her to face the other way on her hands and knees.
She craned her neck to look behind her. He was standing now, and she could see how his knees buckled inward a little. One of his legs was indeed somewhat shorter than the other. But he used her hips to steady himself as he lined his cock up with her pussy.
Grayson groaned aloud as their bodies finally connected. She had never felt so full, so incredibly owned by someone.
Helena let out a litany of curses. A small tug of her hair caught her attention.
“You are so fucking perfect. So perfect.” He gripped both of her ample hips, and the sound of their bodies slapping against each other drowned out their cries of pleasure.
He hit every special place inside her she could have only dreamed into existence. His fingertips squeezed harder and harder until she was sure she would bruise. She would smile at them later.
“Daddy! Daddy!” She could moan it a hundred times and it wouldn’t be enough.
A few good slaps came down on her ass. Playful, not punishing.
“I want to hear that every day. Thousands of times.”
Every day. He wouldn’t let her go.
She didn’t want him to let her go.
“Yes, yes!” The pressure began to build again, as the blinding white heat took control of her body. Her hair had fallen from its mini bun at the top of her head, and she was sure some bobby pins were now flying across his bed.
Grayson’s thrusts became more erratic. He was so close. Helena decided two could play at his game.
“Come for me, Daddy!” She shot him a devilish look over her shoulder.
He responded with an animalistic growl, forcing her entire body flat on the bed and taking control.
“Oh fuck, I’m there, baby. Daddy’s right there.”
Her body jerked with every movement of his pelvis, and she happily accepted it, squeezing her inner muscles around his cock until he was coming.
He roared in her ear, spilling his seed inside her, and likely all over the sheets beneath them. He shuddered, practically collapsing on top of her.
They might have laid there forever, until he extracted himself from her depths and lowered himself back into his chair. She followed, sitting up, but tucking her legs beneath her.
There was nothing left to do but giggle in their individual sheens of sweat and seed. He pulled her onto his lap again, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m never letting you go, Helena.”
And she would never let him go.