“Weird how that works,” I chuckle. “I remember them hurting you… a lot.”
“Mm. Yeah. Because I refused to force you to take all of me. It would have seriously hurt you,” he says. “I did the absolute bare minimum so they wouldn’t send anyone else after you, but I more than paid the price after.”
“By who?” I ask.
“Your mom,” he says. “If she wasn’t whipping me with a belt, she had a thing for tying me to a bed and injecting my dick with something so I’d stay hard. She would ride me for… a while. She’d have others do things to me. She was the one who kidnapped me when I was eleven.”
“You raped me,” I say.
“I did,” he says bluntly. “I hated every fucking second of it. I spent years drinking and doing drugs to try and get you out of my head.”
“I can go if it’s too much,” I offer.
“No, Milly. It’s not too much,” he says. “When you got paired with Grayson, it made me so happy. He is such a good man. He has no idea that I know you. No one did. He called me and said that he was sending you up to me, and it was suggested that I do therapy with you because of my history. I told him you were my history, but I would talk to you about it.”
“I’m not scared of you,” I say.
“I’m glad,” he says. “Do you want to do a scene with me?”
“What will you do?” I ask.
“Well. Grayson said you would do well with intense impact play. I thought I could start there.”
“Is that it?” I ask.
“Do you want that to be it?”
“I don’t know now. I didn’t expect to know you,” I explain. “Gray said something about only toys until we can all talk.”
“Let’s take it step by step and see where it goes,” he says. “Grayson said you can’t be restrained because of your wrist. Is it broken?”
“Yeah, and I have like twelve stitches in my hand,” I say. I give an overview of what has happened and how I got hurt.
“Okay, so I can have you lying down. Are you okay with the class watching?” he asks, and I nod. “What about our history?”
“That’s fine. Maybe just don’t say it was my mom, though.”
“No names,” he says with a smile. “We will move slowly and see how it goes.”
“Okay,” I say with a small smile.
When we stand, and I turn, Alania smiles. “You did good, Milly. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you,” I say happily.
We leave the aftercare room and go back down to the classroom. When we walk in, Ace moves a leather-covered table to the front. It looks like a massage table with a cutout for the face. He waves me over, and I hesitantly move to stand with him.
“Do you want me to treat this the way I would any other scene, or do we need to start further back?”
“Whatever is normal,” I answer.
“Okay,” he says with a smile. “Undress down to just panties.”
“So…” I start to say.
“Yes?” he asks.
“I am very bruised. He hits hard,” I say. “I don’t want anyone to think the worst.”
