Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
The night seemed to arrive rather quickly with the storm, darkening the house. He asked out loud for his smart device to turn on the three lamps in the living room, including the porch light.
“Ingenuity.” He winked down at her as she snuggled against his chest. Could she really be brave and stay the night with him? Helena realized immediately after their intimate session in the bedroom, she would need a shower. And something to sleep in. As comfy as her dress was, it wasn’t good for sleep.
“I can stay on the couch. I don’t want to take up space in your bed.”
Grayson’s hand found his way to her hair, gently tugging to force her to look up.
“Over my dead body. You will sleep with Daddy in bed after we shower.” His stern tone made her belly flutter. Her one weakness, she was finding, was when he referred to himself in third person. It made her feel small and cared for.
“Shower with you?”
“Yes, speaking of, why don’t we right now? I can get you a change of clothes too.”
Helena worried a moment, she was considerably… plumper than he was. How could anything he had fit?
She sat up as she watched Grayson slide across the couch and grab the far arm of his chair, bracing his feet on the floor and transferring. Helena noticed one foot began to shake when he planted it on the foot plate.
“Oh god, did you hit your foot on something? Let me see!” Without hesitation, she picked up his ankle and inspected it. The shaking ceased under her hands.
“No, baby, it’s just a tremor. It’s involuntary. Sometimes if I have to strain to do something it does that. All done now, see?” He took back his shoe-clad foot, rolling his ankle around until she was satisfied.
“You scared me.” She sat on his lap when he beckoned her to, and off they went to the bathroom.
“It’s Daddy’s job to worry.”
“Still, if something is wrong, you need to tell me! I can help,” she pleaded with him, fearing he would ignore his own care for her sake.
“I promise, Helena,” he reassured her.
She held out her pinky, raising her eyebrows to ask for a silent promise.
He gave her his own, and they pinky swore.
Grayson stripped her himself, taking his time to unwrap her like a present, even though he had already seen all of her today.
He leaned over and got the shower nice and warm and attended to himself, stripping until he sprung free from his jeans.
Helena blushed as she shuffled her feet, unsure of how to help him without being distracted. She threw her hair up in a messy bun.
He needed no help, as he reached for the grab bar attached to the shower wall and pivoted himself onto the built-in shower bench. He pointed in front of him.
“Come on in, princess.”
Helena stepped in, loving that the temperature was just right.
“You mind coming down here so Daddy can wash you?”
Helena obeyed, kneeling in front of him so they were eye level. He squirted some nice smelling soap on a loofah and worked it over her upper half. She didn’t mind that it was more of a masculine scent. In fact, she’d enjoy smelling like she was his.
“Good girl.” He set the loofah down and worked the soap over her body with his hands, moving up to her neck. Tiny strands of baby hairs got wet under his fingers.
“I love this hair. I love this little button nose. These freckles.” He took her by the face and brought her in for a kiss. Helena melted into his body, giggling as he worked his scratchy beard down her neck.
Grayson had her stand again, bringing one foot up so he could wash her legs and pay special attention to between them. She almost felt sad as he washed away the traces of their lovemaking. But she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop herself from having more once they were in bed.
“My turn!” She took another sponge and kneeled before him again, working his soap over his body.
Grayson’s head went back as she rubbed her hands over tightly guarded muscles behind his knees.
“I’ll get you all loosened up.” Helena had him lean forward so she could do his back, massaging his shoulders.
“So tense, Daddy,” she tutted.
“I know, I’ll exercise tomorrow, I promise.”
Helena jokingly held out her pinky again, making him grin.
“God you’re so cute.”
They dried their bodies, Helena allowing him to wrap a fluffy white towel around her. She turned her back to him, but he pointed to his lap covered with his own towel.
“I’m a little wet still, I don’t want to get it anywhere on your chair-”
Grayson ignored her protests and pulled her on his lap himself.
“You won’t, just hang on to Daddy.” He positioned her body away from his pin pad, removing the chance of getting it wet.
Once they reached the room, he pulled a shirt from his drawer that looked like it would fit her.
“I accidentally ordered the wrong size; I just hung on to it. All yours.” He handed it to her and reached for a couple of moisturizers.
“Lavender or vanilla?”
Helena pointed to the vanilla, loving that he had her favorite scent.
Grayson patted her bottom and guided her up. He tugged the towel, silently demanding it be removed.
“I can do it, Daddy.” She reached for the cream, but he held it away and tutted.
“Daddy will be taking care of you tonight. Lose the towel.”
His stern but gentle order drew her submissive nature out, and she slowly undid the towel. Helena seductively dropped it, even letting her foot pop a little and accentuating the curve of her hip.
“Mmm, good girl.” Grayson bit his lip as his eyes traveled up and down her figure.
She rested one foot up on his lap, letting him work the lotion over each leg before moving up to her tummy.
Helena fought the urge to cover it with her arms as the extra pudge moved along with his fingers. She sat on the bed as he worked it over her upper body, paying special attention to each breast. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and Helena bit her lip, covering the sensitive raspberry peaks.
“No hiding from me, baby. I love your body.” His hands found their way to her neck, where she rolled the sore muscle.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
“How heavy is that vacuum pack, baby?” Grayson frowned as she hissed when his fingers passed over a sore area.
“Fifteen pounds maybe?” She shrugged, barely noticing its weight at the beginning of her day, but by the end of her shift and filled with dirt from multiple houses, it was considerable.
“My poor, babygirl.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Let me massage you.” He guided the large shirt over her head and arms.
“Really?” She bounced on the bed.
“Absolutely, let me dress. Pick out something for us to watch.” He handed her the remote and attended to himself. Once she picked a show about ghost hunting, Helena watched as Grayson bent his leg up toward him, fitting that foot into his pant leg and sliding it up. He bent his other leg with slight difficulty, hearing his knee pop.
“Ouch, that sounded like it hurt.” She cringed.
“Nah, it feels good actually. Wait until you see me crack my back.” He began to twist his upper body, holding the arm rest opposite of him.
Helena covered her ears.
“No no no no I can’t stand it!” She laughed as he lifted both hips off his seat, pulling his sweat pants on. He remained shirtless.
“Make way for Daddy.” He wheeled over and had her lay flat on her tummy, Helena becoming very aware of her bare bottom peeking out from the hem of the shirt.
“Don’t worry about that, baby. I’ll behave.”
He worked the knots in her shoulder blades, and Helena was in heaven, grimacing once when he rubbed a particularly sensitive area and vocally moaning when he had just the right spot.
“You have magic fingers.”
His dark chuckle made heat rush between her legs.
“I know, you were coming on them just a while ago.”
Helena squirmed.
“You’re teasing me!” She danced her feet in the air.
“Is it working?” Grayson’s hand trailed down her thigh, dangerously close to her pussy. “If I dip my fingers in here, will it be wet for me already?”
Helena buried her face in the blanket, covering her head, knowing full well she would absolutely be ready for him
“Yes, Daddy.” She swore she heard his chest rumble.
“I think you need to rest now, baby. We have plenty of time for sex.” He applied pressure to her sore lower back, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. “But I do think you need hot baths after you get off work. You’re so tight.”
In seconds, both of them were snickering until they began uncontrollably cackling.
“No more sexual innuendos!” Helena rolled over and crawled under the covers.
“Oh really?” He braced both hands on the duvet and predatorily army crawled his way to her.
Grayson joined her in bed, pulling her into his arms effectively entangling them in the sheets.
“Sleep right here, baby.” He guided her head to rest on his bare chest, draping her leg over his and her arm over his ribs.
“It won’t be uncomfortable for you?”
“Never.” His hand was in her hair again, silencing any protest she had about her weight and being too heavy to lie on top of him.
“Sleep, Helena. Daddy’s here.”
Her eyelids grew heavy under his magic fingers again, though she fought the sleep, not wanting this day to end.
“I’m right here.”
Helena sleepily lifted her head, gazing at her Daddy.
Her boyfriend?
Lover?
All the above, she decided. Her eyes closed to the image of him smiling down at her, pressing soft kisses to her stressed forehead.
In the morning, Helena forced her eyes open, becoming aware that her shirt had ridden up to her bust, and she was bare. The sheets smelled like him, and she buried her face in them, wanting to savor the feeling.
When she moved her hand beside her, she found the space empty. He didn’t stay in bed with her?
She was suddenly filled with guilt. She knew she shouldn’t have stayed, probably kicking him out of his own bed.
Helena got out of bed, looking around the empty room. No chair.
The sound of metal clanging together alerted her.
She padded out of the bedroom, slowly opening the door, fully expecting to see him passed out on the couch. She’d apologize profusely for taking up too much space.
Instead, she found him shirtless and sweating in his workout corner, lifting a dumbbell in his chair.
Grayson had headphones in but ripped them off when she peeked around the corner.
“Morning, gorgeous! Did I wake you?”
He carefully put down the weight.
“Um no. I’m sorry I took up too much space.”
He squinted, tilting his head. “What are you talking about? You fell asleep right on my chest and didn’t move a muscle until dawn. You curled up in a ball, and I went to get a workout in.”
Typical Helena, sabotaging anything good.
“I’m sorry, I’ve always been told I move around too much in my sleep, kicking and flailing.”
She folded her hands in front of her
“Well, maybe you just didn’t have the right person beside you to quiet all those anxious thoughts, letting you have a good night’s rest. Now come here and give Daddy a kiss.”
She skipped over to her sweaty lover, giving him a chaste kiss, lest her morning breath scare him away.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. I didn’t mean to make you feel uneasy. Even if you had tossed and turned, I still wouldn’t have left that bed.” Grayson tucked a finger under her chin, stroking it with his thumb.
It was amazing, how just the sound of his voice put her at ease.
“Now, what time do you have to work?”
“My first home isn’t until eleven.” Helena glanced at the clock. It was only 8:30.
“Let’s get you ready then.”
Grayson set to cooking breakfast while Helena got ready for the day. She’d need to stop by the office by 9:30 for fresh rags, but it was a quick drive.
She freshened up at the sink, throwing her hair in a cute messy bun.
“I’ve got spare toothbrushes in the cabinet, baby.” Grayson called out.
She smiled as the smell of bacon and eggs wafted into the bathroom. He was taking care of everything.
Taking a brand-new toothbrush from a two-pack he had, she brushed her teeth and splashed some cold water on her face.
When she sat down at the table, he joined her.
“It’s a beautiful day for now, but it’s going to rain later, so your ass better be inside.” He pointed at her with his fork, winking.
“Yes, Daddy.” They met each other’s eyes, silently acknowledging her acceptance.
Grayson saw her out the door with a kiss, staying in the doorway until she drove off. The butterflies came back as she turned the corner.
Was this really happening?