Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Grayson kept his girl by his side, naked and curled up against him as they both feasted on pieces of her cheesecake while watching a movie. Occasionally, she’d open her mouth to silently ask for more. He’d feed her himself, wanting to care for her in every way. Helena happily hummed, dragging her leg over his as they stretched out in his bed. Grayson had his large blanket draped over their bodies, but make no mistake, she was fully at his mercy. With a stroke of his wrist, he could have her pinned by the hips, ready to feast between her legs again.
His manhood hardened at the thought, not going unnoticed by Helena.
“Again?” She raised her head, lifting a brow.
“Don’t mind me, just thinking about all the things I can’t wait to do with you.”
Helena smiled softly, lying back down on his chest. Her hand traveled over his stomach, then across his waist.
Anxiety bubbled as her fingers inched closer and closer to his scar. She’d see it sooner or later. Helena didn’t flinch but ran her fingertips over the five to six inch line. It caused an indent in the flesh, and truth be told, his hip was still tight. Painful in the right weather conditions.
The recovery had been worse than the actual surgery itself, but one he wouldn’t forget. Eight weeks in a hip cast followed by another surgery to have the plate removed. At least that recovery was quicker.
He followed her fingers with his eyes until they went as far as they could, down his thigh, where a couple more smaller scars decorated the limb.
“They took samples of tissue trying to figure out what was going on with me. I barely remember that surgery.”
She lifted her head again, a look of concern on her soft face. “They did it all at once?”
Grayson nodded. “That was before the hand surgery. This still hurts occasionally.” He held his contracted hand out to her, and Helena took it carefully in her hand. As she pressed her thumb over his knuckle, she immediately retreated, having felt the screw and plate still in that thumb.
“It’s okay, baby, it doesn’t hurt. It keeps my thumb in place. I crawled around the majority of my childhood until I was big enough for my first wheelchair, so it put lots of pressure on my joints. Being able to make a fist was crucial for that. It was too limp.”
She ghosted her fingers over his palm, curiously inspecting the scar there.
He suddenly found her draped over his midsection, pressing warm kisses to his hand.
“I like your scars.” Helena turned her head, her tornado of hair falling over her face.
“Oh you do?” Grayson let her wrap her lips around his thumb, swirling her tongue around the white scar.
“Mhm…” she moaned around the digit.
Her feet came up, dancing around the air as her back arched.
Tease .
His hand came down on her bare ass, watching the ripple it made on her supple flesh.
Helena yelped around his finger, letting go.
“What was that for?”
“No reason, I just love hearing you moan for me.” He straightened his torso, repositioning her more comfortably over his lap.
“Am I being punished? Did I do something wrong?” She shot a worried look up at him.
“No, baby. You’re perfect. It doesn’t always need to be for discipline. It can be fun, a way to get nice and warmed up.”
His hand came down again, slightly harder. Grayson watched Helena jump.
“Or just to ensure I can keep you nice and turned on throughout the day.” He slapped again on the other cheek, observing the pretty pink of her skin.
And by the way Helena buried her face in the sheets, moaning as she fisted the blanket, he saw just how much she was enjoying it.
She hissed as he rubbed his hands over the reddening flesh but melted into him.
“What if it’s for discipline?” She peeked up at him with one eye through her arm shield.
“Then we’ll discuss that at the time. It may not always be a spanking. I may not allow you to orgasm or have you write lines. It’s something we’ll explore together.”
He delivered several spanks, alternating between each cheek.
Once her legs began to kick, he took the cue that it was enough, and rubbed her sore bottom.
“That’s Daddy’s good girl. So good.” He turned her over, laying her flat on her back with her head on his lap.
She squirmed slightly, bringing her knees to her chest to avoid the friction of the sheets.
“Would you like a reward, princess?”
Helena’s eyes widened at the prospect, and she nodded, licking her pink lips.
He parted her thighs again, running his fingers over her freshly fucked pussy, finding her still full of his seed.
“You get to come again for Daddy. You don’t need to worry about him, just close your eyes and let yourself feel good.” He rubbed between her legs, paying special attention to her slick little button.
Instantly, her body jerked and flailed at the sensation. The sound of her wetness made him smirk. All for him.
He silently listened to her “oh gods” and a listing of curses, not caring if his little girl had a dirty mouth. He loved it.
Grayson gave it a few slaps, watching as her face blushed at her loud arousal in the otherwise quiet room. Their movie had been long over by this time.
“You’re already close, aren’t you, Helena?”
She pressed her lips together, suppressing her cries of pleasure.
He hastened his fingers over her engorged clit, watching as she resorted to hooking her hands behind her knees herself to keep herself spread for him
Grayson noticed how she firmly bit her lip to keep from crying out, wondering if she enjoyed being muffled.
He used his other hand to clamp firmly over her mouth. Instantly, her legs began to shake as she cried out from behind his hand.
Fuck, he was painfully hard.
“Shhh, come for Daddy. You’re doing so well.”
Faster. Harder. He watched her face intently as her eyes squeezed shut. Her arousal was dripping on his bed. Helena surrendered to him, nodding her head as she opened her beautiful eyes, silently pleading him not to stop. If he did, he was sure she’d kill him.
He pressed his hand firmer over her mouth.
“Come. Now.”
The room was filled with her happy cries behind his hand, her legs uncontrollably shaking.
He released her body, but she refused to let him go, sucking his fingers into her hot little mouth.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Once he had allowed her to dress again, albeit begrudgingly, they cleaned the kitchen together. Helena insisted on helping, not taking no for an answer. He finally agreed. About the time the dishes were being done, the sky opened up, and a torrential downpour came crashing.
“Shit. I forgot it was supposed to rain tonight. I didn’t realize it was that late.” She dunked her hands in the soapy water to hurry her task. Grayson realized she meant to leave once they were done.
“No, baby, wait until it stops. I don’t want you to drive home in this.” He wheeled over to the freshly washed dishes, drying them and setting them in their proper place.
“I’ve taken up so much of your time already—”
“And you think I’m complaining about that?”
Helena sheepishly looked down at the dishwater, shuffling her feet. He noticed how she pressed her thighs together.
“No… I guess not. If it were up to you I’d still be in bed right now?”
“In my bed, naked and sleeping soundly.” He maintained eye contact as he took a wet plate from her.
Thunder rumbled so loud it shook the whole house.
“I think the thunder gods agree with me.”
He made her laugh, but he felt her uneasiness about the storm.
Once their chore was done, he took her hand and led her back to the living room.
“We can watch some TV while we wait for it to pass.” He moved the legs of his chair to the side and braced both hands on the couch, carefully turning his body so he could sit upright, leaning on the arm of the couch with a pillow.
Helena patiently waited for his cue to sit next to him, and she obliged once he had.
“Down here, baby.” He guided her head back down on his lap, while the rest of her body stretched out on the couch.
She happily hummed as he played with her soft bouncy waves.
“Mmm that feels so good. No one ever did this for me before.”
The reminder of her relationships of the past caught his attention again. Grayson tested the waters.
“Nobody, ever?”
Helena shook her head.
“Baby, you can tell me about your past relationships. I wouldn’t judge you. I want to know what you are and aren’t comfortable with, if something I could say or do is off limits.”
“I don’t want to talk about that.” Helena looked up at him with wide eyes. “I’m with you now. He doesn’t matter.”
He?
“He? Who, sweetheart?”
Helena caught herself, looking away. “Nobody.”
She tried to get up, but Grayson laid a hand on her chest.
“Helena, no hiding. You’ve danced around this subject. I don’t like the idea of you burying something we could potentially work through together. I want to know how to care for you, so I need to know how I can comfort you and make you feel safe. Does that make sense?”
Helena’s averted eyes found their way back up to him. “He isn’t important.”
“But he’s relevant if he hurt you.”
The color drained from her face, and her teeth chomped down on her lip. Her eyes squeezed shut, as if trying to stonewall tears.
“Oh, baby…” Helena let him pull her up on his lap so she could bury her face in his chest. No tears came, but her entire body stiffened in fear.
“You don’t need to explain it to me right now. I can tell you aren’t ready. How about I ask yes and no questions and you can nod or shake your head, would that be all right?”
“Mhm.” She nodded against his chest, curling her fingers in his hair.
“Does he live nearby?”
Helena nodded.
“Does he know where you live?”
She shook her head, and Grayson recalled how she had moved this year.
“Does he have your number or any way of getting in contact with you?”
“He still tries,” Helena murmured.
“You didn’t block him?”
“I did, countless times. He gets a new number or uses some other social media and changes his name. I’ve had to make every account I have private!” She sat up, almost defensively explaining herself.
“Baby, easy, you don’t need to justify yourself. Deep breath.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, and she obeyed, leaning into his hand.
“Princess, did he hurt you?”
It seemed like an eternity passed before Helena’s shoulders dropped, and she nodded in confirmation.
Grayson’s blood boiled. He would kill him if he ever saw him.
Only then did he realize he said it out loud.
Helena looked up in shock. She had made herself as small as possible on his lap, refusing to relax.
“The night you called me to say good night you sounded so scared. Had he contacted you?”
Helena nodded again.
“Every time I think I’m safe, he tries finding his way back in. I still look over my shoulder, worrying I’m being followed. I don’t understand why. It’s like this… dark shadow that looms over me and goes away when I look back. I obsessively lock my doors and windows at night—”
“He’s broken in?” Grayson tightened his hold on her.
“No! Remember he doesn’t know where I live. But at my old apartment, he used to show up unexpectedly. I remember I used to break out in a cold sweat, I’d get nauseous. It was easier to just give him what he wanted and hope he would be gentle this time.”
Grayson didn’t interrupt, as much as he wanted to ask exactly where the fucker lived so he could strangle him.
He listened as Helena explained at her own pace, rubbing her back and her thighs.
“Baby, I’m so proud of you for telling me. You know you can tell Daddy anything, right?”
She nodded, allowing herself to relax into him.
“Tell you what. How about we make code words. If you become uncomfortable in public, or you see him, even if you think you may see him. I want you to say a word, something only you and I will know. And we’ll leave immediately. No questions asked.”
Her eyes darted around as she thought.
“Peanut butter.”
“Peanut butter?” Grayson raised an eyebrow.
“I’m deathly allergic to peanut butter. So I would never ask for that.” She shrugged, smiling now.
Grayson just had to laugh. “Okay, peanut butter it is.”
“You need a code word too! It’s only fair.”
Immediately, Grayson knew. “Well, if we’re doing words of things we’d never ask for, I suppose mine could be red wine.”
“You hate red wine?” She sat up in surprise, straddling his lap.
“Despise it. I’m a whiskey guy.”
Helena wrinkled her nose. “Too strong for me.”
Thunder rattled the house again, and the rain showed no sign of letting up. Grayson turned on the TV, where the dapper meteorologist explained that the freak storm would go all night long, and it was best to stay off the roads due to flash flooding.
“Oh no.” Helena peeked over his shoulder out his bay window, to find that his street was rushing with rain water at least a couple inches deep.
“Baby, I don’t want you driving in this.”
“What do I do?”
“Stay the night here with me,” he said matter-of-factly.
“It isn’t too soon?”
“If it didn’t look like a tsunami outside I would be perfectly okay with letting you drive home, but I’d rather you didn’t tonight.”
He ran his hands over her tense shoulders, forcing them down.
“Stay with me, little one.” He let a finger linger over her small chin.
She took a deep breath, letting her eyes close.
“Okay, Daddy.”