Grayson
I watched as Emmalin conversed with a child battling leukemia, while her mom, Abby, and Noah were at her side.
“Abby and Noah love her. They talk about ‘Aunt Emme’ all the time, and I think Noah has a small crush on her too.”
I let out a low chuckle. “I heard. Your husband told me all about it, and how he had to break Noah’s heart and tell him that she belonged to me. Poor little guy didn’t see it coming. They both actually call, wanting to speak to her. I’ve been replaced.”
Meredith threw her head back and laughed. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard a genuine laugh from her. I thought back, how it wasn’t long ago that I had full custody of Abby and Noah, and how drugs almost killed Meredith.
“Are you still going to your therapy sessions?”
She nodded. “I have to. It was part of the agreement. I do it for them… to keep them. I’d be lying if I said I don’t think about it now and then. The drugs. The thought of getting high. Sometimes I dream about it. I wonder what one more taste would be like. To feel it flowing through my veins just once. I could literally feel myself salivating.” She sighed. “But then I look at them, and I think what I could’ve lost for good. I don’t want to go down that road again. I won’t go down that road again.” I pulled her to me as she took on a faraway look but quickly snapped out of it. “So, when are you going to make an honest woman out of her?”
I laughed. “If it were up to me, I would’ve done it the first week, but she was difficult to tame. Still is.”
Meredith chuckled. “Well, we love her, so don’t ruin it.” She punched me in the arm. I turned my attention back over to Emmalin, who was wearing a company shirt with the Mandrake emblem on it. I don’t even think she realized that only our shirts, mine and hers, had the Mandrake emblem written in red. To me, that made her mine. I seriously thought about having hers say ‘Fuck off, she’s mine,’ written on it as well, but thought maybe that was a bit too extreme.
I continued to watch Emmalin. She appeared happy, but her eyes told another story. Everything was fine before we came here. I started thinking over the past few months.
“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Emmalin.”
She sighed petulantly. “I didn’t agree, more like forced.”
Dr. Klein smiled. “Yes, Grayson has a way with words, it seems.”
Emmalin looked at me and rolled her eyes. “Or something.” I inwardly smiled, keeping track of that eye roll. Dr. Klein leaned back in his chair.
“Why do you think you’re here?”
She looked from me to him then to our hands laced together. She finally unlaced our fingers and sat up straighter. Minutes went by before she finally whispered, “Something happened in my past, but I don’t want to talk about that now.”
Dr. Klein nodded. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
This went on twice a week for three weeks. She would say those exact words, and Dr. Klein would push no further. I remembered this technique. It was how the old bastard got me to talk. It took Emmalin and Dr. Klein two weeks to finish a 5000-piece puzzle, one week to build a boat in a bottle, and now they were going to crochet the fourth week. You would think they were running a fucking activity center. While they did whatever, I was off in the corner, not facing them, trying not to get aggravated, because I was technically supposed to be ‘invisible’ as long as I promised not to interfere. That was the agreement. I could stay, but I had to face the wall.
“How’s your relationship with Grayson?” My ears perked up while trying to remain nonchalant.
“Okay, I guess,” she answered. She guessed? It was quiet.
“Is this your first committed relationship?” A beat went by before she answered, sighing.
“Yeah. I mean, I’ve had other boyfriends, but this is my first serious relationship.”
I tried ignoring the fact that she made it sound like she planned on having more. She was not having more.
“Was it love at first sight?”
She giggled. “Definitely not. I thought he was an asshole, yet he was persistent.”
Dr. Klein silently laughed. “That sounds like him. In what ways?”
“He bought the company I was working for because he wanted me to work for him. He wanted me to move in with him almost immediately.” She sighed again. Then it was quiet. Almost too quiet.
“Would you say your relationship was forced?” I tensed. It wasn’t something that ever crossed my mind if she ever felt that way. Now here we were months later, and I was holding my breath, waiting to hear what was about to come out of her mouth.
“I wouldn’t say it was forced because I know that I can walk away at any time. Any. Time. Even today. Even this very second. Especially if I ever felt threatened or harmed in any way.” She paused. “With Grayson, I’ve never felt safer. He calms me. There are times he can be a bit much, and I think in the beginning, I thought it was all too much.”
“What was that?”
“Being too controlling. We butt heads over that a lot. Still do.”
“Do you think it’s just in his nature, to protect you?
“Maybe.”
“Why?” She was quiet for a long time, and I didn’t think she was going to answer. Just clicking from the needles of the crochet.
“Because of the nightmares I keep having about my stepfather raping me,” she whispered.
Ever since her revelation to Dr. Klein, sex had been different with Emmalin. Not bad in any way. Definitely good. Better, if that was even possible. She took it upon herself to change it up. She wanted it rough, and she wanted to fight, and I was going to give that to her. It gave me the opportunity to unleash my inner demon in a different way without going overboard, yet satisfying it. So I took it and loved every fucking minute of it. But sometimes I found myself pushing her too far, and even though she didn’t safeword me when she should have, I still enjoyed testing her limits.
“Uncle Gray, we present to you this honorary cape!” I looked at Noah, eyes beaming as he handed me the cape before running away giggling back toward Emmalin. They really do love her.
***
“Have you changed your mind yet?”
I looked up from my laptop. “About?”
She crossed her arms. “About leaving tomorrow.”
I went back to typing. “You know when my mind is made up, it’s made up.”
She sat on the coffee table in front of me. “What if I convinced you?” she said seductively as she moved my laptop out the way and straddled my lap. My cock instantly sprung to life. It’s like it smelled her pussy whenever she was within a five-mile radius.
“Using sex as your weapon of choice are you?” I grabbed her hair tightly. “I’m prepared to let you convince me all night long, but my answer remains the same.” I tightened my hold on her hair, and she gasped. “But show me otherwise.”
Her eyes darkened as my grip tightened in her hair. She deftly unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down, exposing my cock. “Are you ready for me?” She bit her bottom lip and nodded. I ripped her panties off, which was becoming a habit between us. I pulled the top of her dress down, taking her nipples into my mouth. She quickly gasped. “Ride me.” She sank down on me, and we both moaned. I took the rest of her dress off, needing to feel all of her. I leaned her back and bit down hard on the underside of her breast. I wanted her to either bruise or bleed. Either way marked her as mine. The pain spurred her on, and I felt her tighten around me. “Oh no, you don’t.” I lifted her up and flipped her over. “That’s enough control for now.” She whimpered in response. I sank her back down on me, her back to my front and had an arm around her tightly to control her movements. I reached down to rub her hardened clit, and she whimpered in response.
“Who owns your pleasure?” She moaned as I rubbed harder. Wasn’t the answer I was wanting. I nipped her ear as I slapped her pussy hard, and she cried out.
“You do!”
I smiled into her neck. “Fucking right I do. Who owns your heart?” I continued rubbing her clit.
Her voice softened. “Only you.” I turned her head toward me and claimed her lips, my tongue fucking her mouth. I felt her body tense as she tried to hold off. “Come for me; squeeze me.” With that, she let go as I swallowed her screams, taking me with her. I held her tightly. Both of us breathing hard, not wanting to move. After a few minutes, she looked at me. “Need more convincing?”