I felt my body turn cold the moment he pulled away from me, grabbing my hand and pulling me close behind him. Grimm fell into the plush couch, pulling me onto his lap with his sweats still low on his hips.
He grasped onto my breasts through my shirt, and I gasped, making my hips rock on top of him, knowing I was rubbing myself all over his crotch.
I felt his hands against my bare thighs try to wiggle and push his pants down enough for his length to spring out. I could feel his velvet shaft against me, spurring me on.
“Grimm, I wanna see that side of you. It’s been months. I’m not going anywhere. I already love you.”
Grabbing my wrists, Grimm held them behind my back tightly, sitting up in the process, and nipping at my lips. “Is this what you want? To see the dark ugly parts? Why do you always think the ugly in me is pretty?”
Chasing his lips, I leaned into him, with my arms held back even tighter. “None of you is ugly…”
With his hand between us, I felt him line himself up, perfectly coaxing me to sit down on him, until I felt his knuckles brush against me.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, beautiful.”
My wrists were still clamped together with his hands, and my back arched automatically.
“Open the box on the table...”
“Last time I opened a box, it didn’t go so well…”
His hands loosened, and I knew it meant pulling away from him to see what was in the box that I never considered opening on the coffee table. Prying the lid open, I looked inside at all the sleek, black, silicon materials: ball gag, butt plug, nipple clamps, handcuffs... All things I could easily identify.
Picking up the handcuffs with my wrists still sore from his grasp seemed stupid, but I wasn’t against stupid if it meant Grimm blowing on me the way he teased.
“These aren’t even that bad… I don’t get it.”
Taking the metal handcuffs from me, Grimm snapped them along my wrists between our bodies as I sank back onto his lap. “It’s about how you use them, Abigail. This is nothing, an introduction, an initiation…” His hands ran up my side so delicately it sent shivers down my back when I rolled my hips onto his length.
A right angle was all you needed when it came to Grimm. He always did the rest for you.
“No blindfold?”
His teeth closed down on my nipple when he whispered against my skin. “I trust you to close your eyes and not look until I give you permission.”
Closing my eyes, softly I rocked my hips back and forth, and I felt his teeth scrape across my neck. “Did I say you could move?”
The stubborn parts of me wanted to argue, complain, even whine that we were teasing each other this much, but I stayed quiet, unable to say anything under his authority.
I felt his teeth dig into my sensitive skin clearly as a punishment to doing anything without permission. Waiting for my next direction, I bit my lip keeping myself silent.
“Painfully slow…” I felt his breath against me before I really heard what he said.
Moving my hips slowly, painfully was the right word. I felt his hands leave my skin, and it made me ache even more. “Open your mouth,” he demanded, when I tasted the rubber enter my mouth and the straps of the ball gag fasten around my head.
Grimm wasn’t pulsating with agony or any more turned on than normally. It was hard to see the allure of this or what it did for him.
Couldn’t exactly ask either.
“It’s about controlling the control in between us, Abigail. There’s no push and pull, no cat and mouse, no chasing. All the control is mine, and it’s a high better than Xanax.”
GRIMM
It was an announcement to the world, one I didn’t have to make, but I wanted the people doubting us to see how solid we were.
Jason.
Monster.
Abigail.
Our daughter.
Who I am. Death. Grimm.
No one had power over us, and no one was going to ruin the days leading up to my daughter’s birth.
I didn’t lie when I said I went to work this morning. I did. I also left early to go to a diamond shop with the idea that I had something to say and a diamond was the best way to say it.
Khaos, being the nosy son of a bitch he was, was now acting like sticky paper, and peeling him from me wasn’t an option when he hopped in my car, wondering where I was headed.
Some part of me respected his protective nature over Abigail. Some parts of me wanted to hurt anyone else for trying to own that emotion when it came to her.
Parking along the curb, I walked up to the door without explaining anything to Khaos. This was a solo mission, and I wasn’t the sharing type.
“Wait, I know this place.” He followed behind me anyways, tossing a Starburst up in the air and catching in his mouth while walking.
He could make anything look easy.
The women inside greeted me, offering a hand I didn’t shake, when Khaos sidestepped in front of me just to kiss the top of her hand. “He’s not housebroken, yet. I’m Khaos.”
Smacking the back of his head, he flinched and moved to the side.
“You must be Grimm. We spoke on the phone. I already pulled some options for you… if you’ll follow me.”
Following the girl in the hip hugging royal blue dress, we went up a small set of stairs. Khaos couldn’t help but get my attention to make sure I noticed him noticing her ass.
Abigail and my daughter, who we still couldn’t agree on a name for, were my sole focus these days.
Everything else was background noise.
Bringing us both into a small private office upstairs, there was already a box of rings to choose from and champagne nestled in an ice bucket. She was banking on me choosing a ring with no issue. She also didn’t know Abigail was hard to sum up.
Sometimes you really couldn’t outrun tradition. I gravitated towards an antique setting with three diamonds, the exact amount I wanted, for me, her, and our daughter, but in reality, she was going to marry all three versions of me.
Jason.
Grimm.
Monster.
Handing her the ring, she asked me what size Abigail needed. I completely deflated, not thinking of the sizing and how long that would take.
“Take this one for now. If she needs another size, just bring it in, and we’ll put a rush on it.” Her focus turned to Khaos, who was trying not to cry and looking like a pure emotional wreck.
“Is the champagne for us?” He strutted over to the ice bucket when I proceeded to tell him we were leaving, so he’d take the hint. “I’ll just take it to go.”
Handing over my card, she excused herself to process the payment—a large payment that would certainly show up on the Clave’s radar, but playing nice with Jessica was the ultimate benefit.
Jessica owed me, and us playing nice made my parents believe I was right back to being Jason. That was the hardest part: not rolling my eyes or flinching at my own name.
Khaos was a fucking kid in a candy store, looking at everything that sparkled. My phone rang while he was popping the champagne, and I groaned, knowing whoever it was either was a psychic or bothering me.
I didn’t expect the Clave to be calling me this soon, but when I looked at the caller ID I saw Abigail’s name.
Everything in me dropped. I had been preparing for this moment, this call, for a week now. That’s exactly how overdue she was.