I walk with Adrian upstairs. When we walk into a massive room, nearly twenty sets of eyes turn to me.
“Hey!” Alania says cheerfully.
“Hey,” I say as she hugs me.
“Grayson sent her up here. I’ll explain more later, but only Ace is allowed to touch her, and she’s most likely going to be a permanent submissive. He is close with Grayson,” Adrian tells her.
“Perfect. Okay,” she says, turning to the others. “Listen up, everyone. This is Milly. She is Grayson Torres’ wife. She is going to be joining us as she is new to this dynamic. Milly, what do you call Grayson?”
“Uh,” I laugh.
“There is no shame, Milly,” she says with a smile.
“Daddy,” I say. “But then I met my biological father and…”
“It is nowhere near the same,” Adrian says. “Daddy doms are caretakers, and Grayson is absolutely your caretaker. He dotes on you.”
“How do you know?” I ask with a frown.
“Because I can see it in the way he looks at you,” he says. “Alania, where is Ace?”
“He was actually taking a call from Grayson,” she laughs. “He will be back in a second.”
“Ah, here he is,” Adrian says. I turn to greet Ace, but I am met with a wave of memories that drag me down so fast that I’m frozen.”
“Fuck,” Ace sighs. “Adrian, call Grayson and Adam.”
“They’re in appointments,” Adrian says. “What’s going on?”
“Milly,” Alania says, stepping in front of me to block my view of Ace. “What’s wrong?”
“I know him,” I whisper. “He…”
“Come on,” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me past Ace and out of the room. We go down the hall and into a room that has a huge plush couch and ottoman.
“What is this place?” I ask as she sits me on the couch.
“It’s an aftercare room,” Alania says as Adrian walks over and sits with her. “Now you can continue.”
“There is a lot I don’t remember, but when I saw Ace… I had a bunch of memories come up where he was… I wasn’t fighting or shutting down, but… we were in some kind of basement. There was a camera between two huge lights. Mom was there… They were telling him to do things... To me,” I say through tears.
“How long ago?” Alania asks.
“Uh… I didn’t have breasts. I remember Mom saying I’d do better when I did,” I say. “So… God, I don’t know. It feels like it happened a lot.”
“The first time you were six,” someone says from behind me. His deep voice rolls over me and is calming. “Last time was when I was seventeen, and you were ten.”
“I was shot when I was ten,” I say. Alania and Adrian get up and move before Ace sits in front of me.
“We are right here, Milly,” Alania says from somewhere behind me.
“I’m sorry about before. I’m kind of untangling my childhood,” I say.
“I understand,” he says softly. “You said you were shot?”
“Yeah. When I was ten. Apparently, my biological father was shot and survived, but my twin sister was on his other side and got hit in the head. My uncle apparently got me pregnant and shot me to cover it up and shot himself,” I explain.
“I’m sure Walter could have been who got you pregnant, but it was assumed to be me,” he says bluntly. “They were surprised to find out that forcing someone who was nearly an adult to rape a child would still lead to pregnancy.”
