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“I just– I feel weird about it. Like I’m happy, but also not?” He nodded in understanding, rubbing soothing circles into my skin with his thumb. I sighed, “I kind of wish I could have done it…”

“I’m sorry. I should have considered that.”

“It’s okay. I don’t know if I would have actually been able to go through with it. I mean, I’ve never even slapped someone before. It’s probably best that you just did it yourself. Do you… Do you have a lot of experience with that sort of thing?”

“I do,” he said. “It’s not something I do often anymore. My brothers enjoy it more.”

I frowned, remembering the two men I met in the coffee shop. “Your brothers kill people too?”

“Much more than I ever have. They’re wired slightly differently than I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Hayes and Hudson are both psychopaths,” he bluntly stated.

Skeptically, I asked, “And you aren’t?”

Greyson laughed, squeezing my thigh. “No, I’m not. I’m what is referred to as a dark empath,” he explained. “My brothers and I certainly share some traits, but while they lack empathy, I have an abundance. I have high emotional intelligence, so while I can understand others’ deeply, I don’t usually care. Before you ask, yes, I do genuinely care about you. But, I’m not above manipulating your emotions for my personal gain. I do it quite often.”

“Huh. I’m not sure what to say to that,” I replied honestly.

He chuckled, stroking my thigh, “Good boy. I don’t think this conversation is helping with your sleep issue though.” I nodded in agreement, stifling a yawn. “Come on, let’s get you back to your bed, sweetheart.”

Greyson took my mug from me, setting it down beside his own. As he stood, he reached out his hand for mine. Taking it, I let him pull me to my feet. I trudged behind him - hand-in-hand - to my room. He helped me crawl back under the covers before sitting down at the head of the bed next to me.

“Are you going to sleep with me?” I asked, rolling on my side to face him.

“Not tonight. I’ll just stay here until you fall asleep,” he murmured, placing his hand on the top of my head.

“Okay, goodnight,” I whispered as he began gently stroking my hair. Like he said, Greyson sat quietly next to me, petting me and petting me and petting me. I was lulled to sleep, forehead nuzzled into his hip, my only thought being how nice his hand felt in my hair.

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I lasted several days not acting on my growing feelings towards Greyson. I mean - sexually.

I fell asleep nightly with his hand on my head, stroking my hair. I woke up daily to breakfast with him at the table. I laid my head in his lap when I wanted more attention. I cuddled next to him on the couch as we watched movies with the fireplace crackling. I thoroughly soaked in every touch, every word of praise, every act of service. He hadn’t initiated anything sexually since that first morning. As the days passed by, I began to realize that he was most likely going to wait until I did something about it. Such a polite not-psychopath.

While he was working on his laptop on the couch in the living room, I locked myself into my bedroom to primp. By then, I had already fully gone through my room and the many presents Greyson had apparently started buying for me the night of our first session. Any concerns about him not being attracted to a man as femme as me had evaporated the moment he confessed that my room was carefully decorated to my tastes. The man had literally built me a princess room. The drawers filled with lace and silk lingerie and the makeup he had purchased just for me further cemented his attraction to my feminine side.

I rifled through my drawers and landed on a see-through pastel blue babydoll nightie and a white lace thong. I accessorized with some over-the-knee white socks and a pearl necklace with matching earrings. Settling down at my vanity, I put on a full face of makeup and spritzed a sweet perfume on my wrists. I truly looked like a princess. Well, maybe a princess about to be fucked by the dragon, but I was hoping Greyson would be into that.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to hype myself up as I left my bedroom and began walking towards the living room. He wasn’t facing the hallway, so I tiptoed up to the couch from behind. He quickly glanced up at me as I walked into his frame of sight, jerking his head up as he realized what I was wearing.

He pushed his laptop off of his lap and motioned for me to come to him.

“Lane, I’m not a good person. There’s no backing out once we start,” he said sharply, looking me up and down hungrily.

As soon as I was close enough, he grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled me down onto his lap. He burrowed his head into my neck, sucking harsh kisses into the sensitive skin there.

I let out a soft moan. “I know. I want you to fuck me.” He groaned, biting my shoulder. “I want you, Daddy.” His honey eyes shot up to see the lust brimming in my own.

He smirked before suddenly rising from the couch, my legs wrapped around his low back. I squeaked, not expecting him to be able to lift me so easily. As he began walking us to his bedroom, he kneaded my ass, causing a moan to be drawn out of my throat. He stopped just before the end of his bed. One hand stayed on my ass to support my weight as the other twisted into my hair, yanking my head back. His lips attacked mine, biting and sucking, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He swallowed my needy whines, causing my head to start to go fuzzy with the intensity of his kiss. He pulled off after a sharp bite to my lower lip. I tried to catch my breath, but he threw me onto the bed without warning. I bounced onto the plush mattress and silk sheets.

“Oh, sweetheart, you won’t even remember your own name after I’m done.”

Chapter 11

Greyson

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