“Want what?” he asks.
“Any of this,” I say. “Not after what they’ve done.”
“Taking back your power with consensual interactions is healing for many, Baby Girl. You are desperate for peace, but you are terrified that it’s too good to be true,” he says. “Trust me when I say that I want what you want. I want you to have peace, andalthough I didn’t expect you two to be connected, I stand by thinking you two will do well together.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
“I’ll show you,” he says before looking up at Ace. “Go slow and don’t let her come.”
“What are you…”
“Shhh, baby. Keep your eyes on me,” Grayson says.
Ace gently pulls my thong off, and it’s like second nature to lift my hips to help. He pulls my thighs apart, and I groan and relax when he pushes two thick fingers into my pussy. “That right there, Baby Girl. That is how I know,” Grayson says. “You lean into his touch just the same as you do for me and Adam.”
Ace starts fucking me with his hand slowly, but increases his speed. When my moans turn desperate, he stops, and I whine.
“Good girl. Now, let him make that pretty ass bright red for me so I can fuck you.”
“In front of everyone?” I ask.
“Yes, baby,” he laughs, and kisses my temple.
When Grayson moves away, Ace leans down. “Let the memories in,” he says softly. “Let them take over.”
I nod, and he steps away. I vaguely hear him warn me that he is about to begin, but the memories are consuming me little by little. The flogger slaps across my ass hard, and it’s like someone has hit the mute button on my memories. He hits me again and again, and the memories are still playing, but they aren’t suffocating. It’s a blissful feeling, and it’s like I am floating.
I don’t know how long I drift for before I am suddenly brought out of my catatonic state when someone surges into my pussy. “Fuck!” I gasp.
I have my feet on the floor, spread far apart, but lying over the table. Another hard thrust, and I move up to rest my weight on my good hand. “There’s my girl,” Grayson says, grabbing me by the hair and pulling my head up to look out at everyone. Seeing Adam and Ace sitting together and smiling makes me happy. I push my hips back, and Grayson quickens his pace and starts fucking me harder. I am dazed and in and out of it. I don’t manage to pull myself out of it again until I am coming. Grayson pushes deep as he comes, and when he pulls out of me, Adam is right there to scoop me into his arms.
“Is she okay?” a girl asks.
“She’s okay,” Grayson says. “What you are seeing is subspace. It’s kind of like flying. It puts her in a catatonic state. When she comes out of it, that is when she may experience subdrop, which is why aftercare is so important.”
“They are going to take her. I have a feeling you’ll be seeing more of her,” Adrian says. “Take a break, and then we can talk about ways to induce subspace.”
Adam takes me somewhere, but I am not really aware of what is going on. I am somehow wrapped in a blanket. When he sits, he lifts my chin, and I see that we are in Grayson’s office. “I thought y’all had appointments?” I ask quietly.
“We did our first but cancelled the others at Adrian’s request,” Adam tells me. “I’m proud of you for opening up to Adrian this morning, Milly.”
“Is that why things were cancelled?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Yes. What is it?”
“Go sit with Ace, so he knows you’re okay,” he says, patting my butt. I get up and turn to see Ace and Grayson are on the couch. I contemplate what exactly I am going to do. I am naked and wrapped in a blanket. Ace has tears in his eyes, and his face is puffy. He thinks he hurt me again. This is the result of him panicking. I look at Grayson and flick my eyes to Ace to communicate, and he smiles. He must understand because when I step in front of Ace, he turns in his seat to watch us.
I drop the blanket to the floor before climbing into Ace’s lap. He is tense, so I grab his hand and place it on my breast. He moves his other hand up and squeezes me, relaxing a bit.
“I am not who I was then, and neither are you,” I say. “Those versions of us are dead—They died in that basement, and this is who we became in the wake of that.”
Ace moves his hands up to cup my face, and he is lost in thought. “Whatever it is, Ace, say it where she can hear you,” Grayson says.
“I have never wanted someone so badly before,” Ace says to me. “But I can’t be what breaks you again.”
“Ace, honey, you weren’t who broke me,” I say.
