Willing

Grayson’s POV

I watch as she comes undone around my fingers, her body trembling and her breath hitching with every wave of pleasure. It’s addictive, seeing her like this, vulnerable and completely immersed in the moment. Part of me wants to keep her facing the mirror, to make her watch every single orgasm as it rolls through her, to force her to see how beautiful she is in her most raw, uninhibited state. But I’m not cruel. She’s been through enough. I know she won’t enjoy this fully if I make her face herself every time. Not yet.

Still, my plan is solid: every day, she’ll stand in front of that mirror and tell me something good about herself. Then, I’ll reward her, making her scream and cum around my fingers until she knows the truth—that she’s perfect, that she’s enough.

For now, though, I turn her away from the mirror and lift her against me. She clings to me, her hands desperate as they tug at my shirt, her urgency making me chuckle. I feel the buttons pop off one by one, but I do