He nods and turns to everyone else. “Just a warning, everyone. Milly was recently assaulted by someone and has some bruising. Grayson is aware, but she wanted everyone to be aware as well.”
“Thank you,” I say.
“You’re welcome, Milly. Undress,” he says, stepping back.
Everyone is watching me, so I stop and take a deep breath before focusing on just Ace. He calms me. I think he always has. I don’t remember a lot, but I remember him talking me through when the camera was on. I trusted him, and he never let me down. I never seemed to doubt that.
When I unhook my bra and let it drop, Ace scans my body. “Now what?” I ask.
“Kneel for me, Milly,” he says with a soft yet authoritative tone. I bring myself down to my knees and sit back on my heels. My hands are resting gently on my thighs as Ace steps closer. He gently lifts my chin, and I smile at him. “You are to refer to me as master or sir. Pick one, and that will be what you use.”
“Master,” I say softly.
“Master it is,” he says with a small smile. “Do you trust me to lead you?”
“Yes, Master. I do,” I say honestly.
“You understand that by your partners permitting me to lead you, it means you are also my submissive?” he asks.
“Yes, Master.” It feels nice to be on my knees calling him master. It makes me feel powerful.
“Do you understand that Grayson will always have the final say as he is your lawful husband and main dominant partner?”
“Yes, Master.”
Ace looks up at everyone else. “As all of you know, I am a survivor of human trafficking, and I was forced to do horrific things to innocent children while being abused and tortured,” he says. “Milly is one of the girls I was forced to hurt. She was the main one, and I have seen the horrors firsthand that she has endured. We are in a special position to be able to see her through these new memories in an environment that is bringing her peace. Grayson and Adam will be joining us when they can, but this is a slow process. This is her first scene. I think seeing this will help you all see the benefits of healing through BDSM. Milly is strong, and she has a desire to find peace. You all have the luxury of witnessing her find that peace for the first time. I shouldn’t have to remind you to keep your hands to yourself, but I will. Understand that it isn’t me you’ll have to worry about, buther husband. If she panics, Alania and I are the only ones to even speak to her.”
“What if you panic?” a girl with a small voice asks, and someone shushes her.
“Why do you ask, Lia?”Ace asks.
“Well… She may have been raped, but you were forced. You shared that trauma. What if engaging with her for the first time since then leads to you panicking?” she asks.
“How to spot a psych major,” I giggle to myself. Ace lifts my chin with a smirk. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Would you like to answer?”
“You are definitely going to panic,” I say. “You have this assumption that you were my abuser, but you weren’t. Until you can see that we were in that together, you will struggle.”
“What would be a good way for me to cope in the moment if we are both triggered?”
“The same thing we did when we were being abused,” I say. “We talk.”
“Good girl. Come lie face down,” he says, patting the table. I get up and carefully move to lie down. I feel naked because I am wearing a thong, but not looking at any of the others helps. My breathing is still quickened, and I flinch when he moves my armthat has the brace up above my head. He moves the other up, and I start crying when he rests his hands on my back.
“You’re doing great, Milly,” Ace says softly. I try to breathe through the panic, but I can’t. After a while, Ace is feeding off my anxiety, and I can feel his hands shaking.
“Hey, girly. Look up here,” Alania says softly. I turn my head to see her, and she smiles. “What do you need?”
“Grayson,” I whimper. When she steps aside, and Grayson kneels, more tears surface.
“Shhh, Baby Girl. You’re okay,” he says, gently stroking my hair. “Is it memories?”
“No,” I say.
“Then it’s guilt.”
“Yeah. I shouldn’t want…”
