I've always been there

Just call me death

"I'm a reaper Ava.

"A, a, re"  The word gets caught in my throat.  I swallow and try again. "A reaper?"  I tilt my head looking deep in his black eyes.  I can see my reflection in them.  The look of surprise is looking back. Not fear, and I'm thankful for that.  I'm not scared, and I wouldn't want him to be hurt thinking I was.  A smile grows on his face  replacing his pinched brows and clenched jaw.

"Actually,"  I narrow my eyes at him, "I'm not a reaper, I'm the Reaper. Like the original.  Most just refer to me as death.  I have reapers that do the collecting now."  I nod, and almost laugh at my own thoughts.  I got myself a boss.  He shakes his head Probably hearing my thoughts.  "I know you're my mate, but I still expected some fear."  He chuckles, "Instead you're cracking jokes."  I giggle and shrug a shoulder.

"What can I say, they broke the mold when they made me."  His black eyes back to brown with one blink.  Pulling me into his arms he presses a kiss to my lips. 

"They sure did Princess."  He laughs out.  Feeling tired, I lay my head on his shoulder as a yawn escapes me.  "Are you tired my Baby?"  I nod my head.

"Mhmm."  He lays down with me in his arms.  Kissing my forehead as he brushes my hair behind me.

"Get some sleep Baby."  He whispers. At the thought of sleep I remember my dream.

"I saw you."

"Hmm? " He shift me in his arms to see my face. Lazily I look up at him.

"Before, when we left the carnival. I dreamt about a playground. You were pushing me on a swing when I was four years old. You made me so happy." His eyes sparkle and shine, as his smile grows.

"Yeah? you saw it?" I nod my head.

"I don't know how." I close my eyes again ready to snuggle into him.

"I do. I put it in your head. I wanted you to see how much I loved you even back then." I press my lips to his.

"I think four year old me loved back then too." He kisses my forehead. I yawn, not being able to fight off the exhaustion any longer. "Will you be here when I wake up?"  I ask, snuggling into him.

"Yes Princess, I'll be here.  Now sleep." Almost immediately sleep takes over me.

After having the best night's sleep of my whole life, I'm woken up the best way ever, feeling Grim leave kisses on my shoulder and neck.  I could get used to this.  I can't help but moan and grind myself against him; and I can feel him smile against my neck.  As great as this feels, I know I have to start getting ready for work. And I'm starving since I didn't eat yesterday.

"Griimmm." I whine,  "I have to get ready for work."

"No" Is all he says making me giggle.

"Yes, Grim.  And I need to eat before I go.  Between not eating yesterday and all the excitement last night.  I'm starving."

"Grrr."  He groans and he pulls himself from me.  "I know, which is why breakfast and coffee is already waiting for you in the kitchen."  I look up wide eyed as he smirks at me.

"Really?!"  He nods. "You are fucking amazing.  Do you know that?"  I cup his face and kiss his lips.

"I try Princess.  Now get that sweet ass up."  He slaps my ass making me yelp.  I run to the bathroom and get started on my morning routine.

When I come back out, Grim is nowhere to be seen.  It's probably for the best that he's not here.  He'd be trying to rip my towel off anyway.

"You know me so well already Princess."   I shake my head hearing him in my thoughts.  Picking out my red, sleeveless pencil dress and black heels, I get to work on my hair and make up.  Saving time I just put my hair in a big bun on top of my head.  Making my way out of my room I can already smell the fresh coffee and eggs.  Walking  into the kitchen, Grim is in a black fitted suit, white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, and red Handkerchief that actually matches my dress.  He's leaning against the island counter next to the bar stool I always sit on.  "Smells great in here."  I walk up to him as he's dragging his eyes up and down my body.  He puts his mug down on the counter and wraps his arms around me, dipping his head down.  He presses kisses on my sweet spot that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Babygirl, you look so fucking good in this dress,"  His warm breath against my neck has my core aching and throbbing for him. I can't hold in the moans he's causing.  "Mmm, so sensitive today.  I can smell your arousal already."

"Fuck."  I try to speak but it comes out a whisper.  His hands slide down to my ass, cupping and massaging it.

"Is that pussy wet for me?"  I nod, knowing I can't speak right now.  He pulls away from my neck and picks me up bridal style carrying me into the living room.  He places me beside the couch.  Turning me to face it he pushes my shoulder, bending me over the back of the couch at my waist.  He lifts my dress over my hips.  "Spread your legs for me Babygirl."  I fix my stance and hear him groan. "Look at that pretty little pussy."  He almost groans out.  I hear the clanking of his belt being opened and decide it's now my favorite sound in the whole world.  Curling his finger around the string of my thong to move it aside.  He rubs the head of his cock up and down my wet slit. "Fuck Baby, that little pussy is soaked."  The tingles of our skin touching has my core dripping down my thighs.  As he starts to push into my entrance I hold my breath.  He slams his full length inside me easily. 

"Oh fuck!"  The new position has him deeper, and I whimper when he hasn't started to move yet.

"Greedy little pussy. Just wait, I was allowing you to adjust to me."  He pulls almost completely out, and then slams back into me.

"Oh!"  My eyes flutter shut and my lips part trying to take in more air.  His arms wrap around my waist and his fingers find my clit rubbing circles when he starts to move.  "Oh fuck Daddy, that feels so good.  Fuck!"  My walls clench around him, and I'm ready to cum already.

"Not yet Princess, you better hold it in."  He continues his rubbing and fucking and my mind is a mess.

"No Daddy, I can't. It feels too good. Ah!  I need to cum."  He pulls his fingers from my clit.

"Baby, I have to fuck you hard.  I can't take it anymore."  His hands on my hips hold me in place as he begins to fuck me with out mercy.  Hitting my sweet spot over and over again deep inside.  "Fuck your little pussy feels so good.  I need to fill it again."  My eyes roll back in my head at the mention of him cumming in me, and it's taking all I have not to give into my orgasm.

"Fuck Daddy, please!  I need to cum, please let my pussy cum!"  I beg as my legs start to shake.  Keeping his pace up, his arm goes around my waist again.  His hand cups my core.

"You wanna cum Baby?"  I can't speak, So I tell him in my thoughts.  "Cum for me Babygirl."  He slaps his hand on my clit, and the pain and pleasure mix for the strongest orgasm I think I have had so far.

"Fuck Daddy!"  I scream as I cum around his thick cock, feeling it leak out and stream down my legs.  Clenching down on him to get  the most friction possible.

"Fuck Baby, I need to fill that pussy.  You ready for daddy's cum? Fuck!"  He continues to thrust and I can feel his cock twitch inside me as he empties himself.  He kisses my neck and behind my ear sending a shiver down my spine.  "Don't move when I pull out.  I'll clean you up."  I nod still panting, too hard to speak.  He snaps his fingers.  As soon as he pulls out I feel a warm wet washcloth wiping my overstimulated lady parts.

"Ah."

"Sorry Babygirl, but I have to clean everything."  He cleans my inner thighs and leaves kisses on each of my butt cheeks, before he pulls off my wet thong and pulls my dress back down.  As I smooth my dress I look at the time, somehow it hasn't moved.  I scrunch my brows and look over at him.

"How?"  He looks back at me as he makes his way back into the kitchen.

"What?"

"The time?  It didn't move while we - ya know."  I motion between the two of us as I walk and then back to the area behind the couch where we stood.

"Fucked? It's ok to say it Ava, we're adults."  Slapping his arm as I walk past him to get to my seat, I huff.

"I know that, I just don't like to talk that way when we aren't actually doing it.  I like to have the illusion of being classy at least."  He laughs as he wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind, kissing my cheek.  "But like I was saying, time just like- stood still."  Leaning against the counter on his elbow facing me he has his signature smirk.

"Because I stopped it."