Taylor
I was having the most amazing dream; Graham kissed my lips before nuzzling my neck.
"Relax" he whispers before kissing my chest. I fell asleep in one of his t-shirts and my underwear. He raised my shirt until he full access to my breast, wasting no time he drew my right nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue languidly. He massaged my left breast drawing my nipples taunt before switching to suck on the left. I moan softly trying not to alert his family to our late night tryst. He uses his tongue to create a trail to my panties running it back and forth over the lace top. I inhale sharply as he takes the material between his teeth. I am wide awake after he pulls the material taunt before releasing it with a snap.
"What are you doing?" I whisper breathlessly sitting up and drawing my legs together.
"I am helping you relax" he whispers placing open mouth kisses over my panty covered pelvis. He slowly spreads my legs before placing his hand on my chest and pushing me back down. I throw off my shirt, lift my hips so he can remove my panties and mentally thank Kara for insisting on a girl's afternoon before the Boston trip including Mani's, Pedi's and head to toe waxing. He slowly rolls my panties down my legs and settles between them. When he lay's on his stomach and looks slowly up my body meeting my eyes I grab a pillow because I know I will need it. I place it over my mouth just in time for the first flick of his tongue causing me to arch off the bed. He places my legs over his shoulders and… stops. I rise up on to my elbows looking down at him.
"Why did you stop?" I growl tossing the pillow at him. He glares at me sucking on my clit viciously. I nearly faint due to the intensity.
"Who do you belong to?" he asks stopping again.
"Graham, please" I moan placing a hand on the back of his head, but he refuses to let me guide him where I need him most.
"Taylor, who do you belong to?" he asks again calmly plunging two fingers into me. I nearly howl, but catching myself I clamp my hand over my mouth falling back. I feel goose bumps form on my every inch of my skin as he slowly draws his fingers in and out. His breath tickles my hip before he places a firm kiss on it.
"You, I belong to you" I whisper desperately. I can feel his smirk as he begins to lick slow circles around my clit. My orgasm hangs above at what feels like an impossible height climbing higher with each stroke of his tongue. I feel as if it is connected to my chest forcing me to arch at an unbearable angle. Graham grabs my hips forcing them still and commanding my submission, which I give whole-heartedly knowing that it will only lead to better.
"Oh I love you" I chant running one hand over his head and clenching the other into the bed sheets. "Please, please harder" I beg, moaning deeply. He increases his pace viciously attacking my clit. The cord snaps causing my legs to shake uncontrollably and he licks me through wave after wave of what seems like endless pleasure. When he finally crawls back up my body I grab his head and force me tongue down his throat. There is nothing sexier than the taste of me on his lips.
"Where did you learn to do that?" I ask breaking away for air.
"I asked my brother Johnathan how I would know if you had cum or not and when he explained it I knew that you hadn't really had a true orgasm, I wanted to change that" says honestly. It is times like this that I am grateful that he has an older brother who taught him about sex. "I was going to wait till Friday, but with…"
"Don't ruin this" I plead shaking my head.
"I wanted you to feel as good as you make me feel" he says softly nuzzling my neck.
"I love you" I whisper.
"I love you too" he says looking me in my eyes.
"No, I love you" I say tearing up. "It feels like a piece of my heart is missing every time we are apart."
"Babe" he tries to interrupt, but I stop him.
"The air tastes better when you are around" I continue. "The colors are more vivid and I am a better person with you then I will ever be without you. I love you Graham Everett Masters and I don't think I could stop if I wanted to."
"If you need to hear how much I love you, I can go all night" he quotes from my newest favorite TV show. "I've loved you since the first time I saw you. That ring, and these words, is simply a way to show the rest of the world what's been in my heart for as long as I've known you.I love you, Taylor-Anne Michelle King. I always have and I always will."
"Oh, you watched One Tree Hill" I say sniffling.
"I couldn't keep up with you and Kara's conversations anymore" he admits. "But I remember you saying that was one of your favorite scenes."
"You are amazing" I whisper. He leans down claiming my lips in a fierce kiss that I feel all the way to my toes. Drawing my legs up I wrap them around his waist. When he begins grinding against my core I am made painfully aware that the only thing separating us is his cotton boxer briefs. I use my feet to toe them off, gaining a surprised groan out of him.
"Shit Taylor" he growls at the direct contact. "You are so fucking wet."
"Make love to me" I whisper directly in to my ear.
"What?" He says, pulling back as if I smacked him. "What about the plan?"
"I don't know if we will be together for my birthday" I say doing the very thing I told him not to do, dragging the outside world into our moment.
"I don't want you making this decision out of fear" he says rolling us on to our side using his arm as my pillow. "I am not rejecting you, trust me I want this. I want this so bad you can literally feel it, but I don't want it like this. I want our first time to be special like roses, candles, all that old music my mom and dad listens to."
"I don't need all of that" I urge trying to rub against him. He grabs my hips letting out a shuddering breath.
"I know you don't need it, but you deserve that and more" he urges. "I want to take my time and worship every inch of your body not half listening for my parents and half inside of you. I want it to be all about us, you, me and taking that step together; we have planned this since we found out what sex was in middle school we will wait."
"Thank you" I say quietly.
"And don't worry, I will find you" Graham says pulling me closer. He lifts my leg into the crook of his arm so is rubbing directly against my clit. My mouth drops open, I bury my head into his arm biting into his bicep; groaning he picks up speed. "I will find you the moment the clock strikes midnight on July fourteenth and I will throw roses and diamonds at your feet before I make cum on my tongue."
"Ahhh" I scream letting go of his arm only to bite into his neck.
"Then I am going to plunge into your hot wet core claiming what is mine" he closes my leg moving me onto my back planting his legs outside of mine caging me in. Leaving his penis in between my legs he begins sliding vigorously between them using my juices as lubricant. With each thrust he hits my clit making me whimper. It becomes too intense and I try to pull away, but he holds me still forcing my orgasm out of me with each thrust. "Don't hold back."
"It is too intense" I whimper trying to fight it off. It has never been like this before, whatever, his brother has been teaching him is a completely different level then what we have been doing.
"It is mine give it to me" he snarls. He adjusts his angle before latching on to my nipple and sucking roughly. My legs begin to shake and I drag his head up mashing my lips to his to cover my scream as I cum harder than I ever have in my entire sexual life. Graham pumps three more time before he cums on my stomach.
"Mom says dinner is ready" Kayden informs busting into the room. "Oh Shit" he says as we scramble to cover ourselves.
"Shut the damn door" Graham yells throwing something from his night stand at Kayden's retreating form.
"I think he saw my breast" I murmur trying not to laugh. He glares at me before he too bursts out laughing.
"I am kind of jealous" he says in between laughter. "I would have paid anything to have seen your breast when I was twelve."
"You are impossible" I laugh pushing him off of me so I can head to the bathroom to clean up. "I am surprised your parents let me stay in your room these last few days."
"Oh they haven't" he says casually getting out of bed naked. "We have been staying up later than them so when they fall asleep and you pass out on the couch I carry you upstairs to my room. I mess up the bed in the guess room to make it seem like you are staying there."
"You are so sneaky" I say grabbing his face and planting a kiss. "I like it."
"You wash up first, I will go unmake the guest bed" he says pushing me towards the bathroom with a smack on my ass.
After freshening up and putting on the dress my mom sent over for me I emerge from the bathroom feeling great. It was a knee length green A-line dress with a thick blue belt. I put on my blue pumps and I head down stairs in search of food.
Graham's house is a nineteenth French Country house built in the middle of his father's thirty acre plot. It has six bedrooms and seven and a half bathrooms. It is by far one of the best houses in Asheboro. Now granted I am partial to my house, but it is definitely my second favorite.
"Good morning, Taylor. How are you doing?" Graham's mom Abby greets me with eyes of sympathy.
"I am fine, Aunt Abby" I say sweetly. "Ready for your pancakes" I add earnestly. Graham's mom was by far the best cook ever outside of a restaurant. My mom can cook, but Abby can burn. She is a 5'8" African American woman with beautiful caramel skin, green eyes and a curly afro. She has curves in places I can only dream of.
"I made some extra just for you" she says rubbing my back.
"Taylor, do not forget we have to be at the court by twelve" Uncle Johnathan reminds me. For a second I had actually forgotten about the shit storm that has been my life for the past four days. Four days that how long it took for my life to fall apart, four simple days. Thankfully due to my research and Big Daddy's connection the kidnapping charges were dropped much to Mr. Grey's disgust, but the court did require that I take a DNA test and that my 'living situation" would be decided after that. This is fancy talk for other people deciding what will happen to my life. On Tuesday I took the DNA test, Wednesday we found out I was in fact the daughter of Anastasia and Christian Grey. Thursday the judge received testimony from both sides and today we find out her ruling.
Man Tuesday sucked…
"I just don't understand why they have to be in here" I grumble to my mom as she sits next to me.
My daddy, my mom, Mr. and Mrs. Grey and I are packed into my pediatrician's office. Just choosing the doctor was an epic battle of wills. Daddy wanted to use my life long pediatrician and Mr. Grey wanted an 'impartial' third party doctor that he was having flown out his own pediatrician. It finally ended with allowing both doctors to collect samples and having them run the labs separately.
"It is called due diligence" Mr. Grey answers.
"It's called control freak" I say rolling my eyes.
"Taylor-Anne" daddy scolds lifting his eye brow at me.
"Sorry, daddy" I say leaning my head on my mom's shoulder. . Maybe if I pretend they aren't here they will go away. "How long is this going to take?"
"Not long" she says smoothing down my hair.
"I am hungry" I say holding my stomach "I was thinking we could get lunch after this" I say hopefully.
"Oh that would be nice" she says. "Maybe stay in the city, go to that little dinner down town."
"After the test she is to be taken back to Governor Master's home" Mr. Grey says reminding us of their presence.
"The judge said I couldn't stay with them not that I couldn't see them" I argue.
"The judge says that you are not allowed alone with them" he rebuts.
"I won't be alone" I smirk. "Don't think I didn't notice the guy who is following me all of a sudden."
"You have someone following my daughter?" Daddy asks angrily.
"It is for her own…" he is cut off by the door opening. My pediatrician Dr. Sandy walks in with another older woman in a lab coat.
"Hi, Taylor" Dr. Sandy says, cheerful as always. "This is Dr. Trevelyan." I wave at them. Dr. Trevelyan stares at me, but quickly returns to neutral.
"So this is going to be very simple" Dr. Trevelyan begins. "We are each going to draw two vials of blood…"
"BLOOD" I say interrupting her. "Daddy you said cheek swab."
"Blood is more reliable" Mr. Grey answers like it is no big deal. I rub my hands up and down my arms shaking my head.
"No, no shot" I say. I HATE needles, like loath them.
"It will be a small needle" Dr. Sandy says; she already knows the deal. "You can sit next father and everything."
"You lied" I inform her. Mom stands so daddy can sit next to me. "You said no more shots until flu season" I remind her melting into his side. He kisses the top of my head throwing is arm over me and I turn my face into his chest; I can't see it coming or I will kick her; fight or flight at its finest.
"It will be over soon" my mom promises rubbing my leg.
"I got her Sandy" dad says throwing one of his legs over both of mine. I HATE NEEDLES.
"Is all this really necessary?" Mrs. Grey asks.
"I have pictures of the bruises from the last time Mr. Calvin wasn't here" Dr. Sandy informs her.
"Taylor has trypanophobia" mom explains. "When she was five a needle broke off in her arm due to an inexperienced nurse. We had to have it cut out with a scalpel ever since then she has been terrified of needles."
"I have gotten better over the years" I defend myself still not looking up. "I stopped screaming bloody murder."
"That is true" she says and I feel a pinch.
"You are of the devil" I hiss.
"You say that every time Taylor" she laughs.
"I mean it" I say back gaining a chuckle from the three people I actually want in the room.
"You need to be quick" I hear Dr. Sandy mumble and I know Dr. Trevelyan is about to take her turn.
"Okay Katelyn…" Dr. Trevelyan begins.
"My name is Taylor" I growl spinning my head to look at her. Big mistake, she had the needle in her hand and it was coming right at me. I began to shake violently.
"Shoot she saw it" daddy says grabbing my chin. "It is bigger in your mind than it is in real life. It is a tiny needle that you will barely feel."
"That just means it will be harder for them to find it if it breaks" I reason.
"I have not, in my career, broken a needle inside a patients arm" Dr. Trevelyan informs me in a voice that calms me. "And I do not intend to start with you."
"I hate needles daddy" I unnecessarily remind him.
"I know and this sucks, but you are all done" he says. I look back and Dr. Trevelyan is holding two vials filled with my blood and I have a bad-aid on my arm.
"Oh thank you Jesus" I sigh. Jumping off of the table I say placing my hands on my knees. "I want the biggest piece of candy you have."
"Of course Taylor" Dr. Sandy says patiently.
"I am hungry" I complain.
"We could always take you to lunch" Mrs. Grey volunteers hopefully.
"You could also die" I say only to be hit in the back of the head. I turn around to see my father glaring at me.
"When you said that yesterday I let it pass because it was a really emotional day for you" he says pointing his finger at me. "But if you open your mouth to say one more disrespectful thing I will ground you for an extra month and this time I will take your phone way."
"But…" I start, but after seeing the look on his face I shut up.
"Now apologize" he demands.
"I am sorry I wished you were dead" I turn and say to Mrs. Grey. "It won't happen again."
Like I said Tuesday sucked.
My mom and I spent the first half of Wednesday anxiously awaiting the results of the DNA test and then crying over the subsequent results. On Thursday I was imprisoned at the house while all of the adults were allowed to go to court to decide my future. That brings us to today where I will hear the verdict.
"I am ready whenever you are Uncle Johnathan" I say once Graham and I finish breakfast.
"If we leave now we will have twenty minutes to spare" he says solemnly. Graham gets his eyes from his mother, but he definitely gets everything else from his father. His beautiful lips long eye lashes and smooth skin is everything. I know he has strong genes because all of his kids look like him.
"What are the chances that the judge will go with joint custody?" I ask climbing into the back with Graham and Uncle Johnathan. The driver sets off for Charlotte.
"I think we have a good chance" he says honestly. "The courts have taken into account the fact that your parents are also victims in this so we may be able to sway them into joint custody."
"I hope so" I say slowly looking out the window. I entwine my fingers with
Today will decide everything…
