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 wayhe 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.”
