𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

maid - 3

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Grayson decides to keep his distance from Y/N for the next few days, but sends in texts every now and then to check up on her. Meanwhile, Y/N contemplated whether or not to completely cut him out of her life, all things considered. Does she really want to be associated with someone whose family is involved with shady business - particularly a business that makes money off of harming human beings? Sure, he isn't very much involved in that, but wrong one move could get herself fucking killed. Is the possibility of dying worth it for just some measly romantic rendezvous? She barely knows Grayson, how does she know she could trust him? What if he is just lying to her, like the few other times he has lied, and has a significant involvement in the alcohol-poisoning process?
Though, deep down, Y/N knew he was telling the truth.
Business dealings aside, Y/N still has one problem that has yet to be solved; getting a job. She plans to stay far away from Bella Notte, of course, but she still needs a source of income to prevent her from moving back to her disgustingly boring home town.
Currently laying on her bed in the living, Y/N heard the front door slam and Sam's gritty voice shout, "Mail!"
She reluctantly gets up and walks out, her eyebrows raising at the sight of a familiar envelope sitting on the coffee table. She takes it in her hands and tears it open, her jaw dropping in shock - and confusion - when she realizes what it was. It was check sent from Lisa Dolan for $3,000 for her "respectable work and putting up with her intolerable son." Y/N frowns and quickly returns to her bedroom to get dressed, preparing to confront the man himself, and to return the check. There has to be some sort of mistake; has he not told his mother that he fired her?
Y/N calls a taxi and arrives at the Dolan Estate in less than thirty minutes. The security guards and passing servants pay her no mind as she marches towards the entrance, ready to come face to face with the man she's been intimate with a few days ago. She doesn't care that he wants to keep her distance; a stupid text isn't enough to pause her racing thoughts that he constantly revolves around. She also doesn't appreciate being paid for services she's not working for... it makes her feel lazy.
Y/N questions a passing maid on Mr. Dolan's whereabouts, to which she points her in the direction of the gym in the West Wing. Y/N paces her way down the lengthy hall, coming to a halt when she approaches the glass doors of the luxury gym in front of her. She could already see Grayson throwing punches away at the punching bag, making the equipment swing harshly from the secured chain that's hung from. He was shirtless and coated in sweat, wearing nothing but basketball shorts and sneakers. He also dons a red bandana tied around his forehead, and Y/N cannot help but gawk at how incredibly desirable he looks right now. He doesn't notice her walking in due to the fact that he has AirPods in blasting loud music of which she couldn't identify. She takes a few footsteps towards him and the moment she gains courage to reach forward and lightly tap on his shoulder, he feels a presence behind him and turns around, jumping at the sudden sight of his Y/N.
"Jesus!" Grayson gasps, grabbing his phone to pause his ear-aching music. "Bambi, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Did you not tell your mother that you fired me?" she asked without missing a bit, looking him dead in the eyes. She's not necessarily mad, though a little inconvenienced that she had to set him straight.
He furrows his eyebrows, a bit puzzled - after all, it is only eight in the morning and he woke just about twenty minutes ago. "What?"
"Um, I received a check from your mom even though I no longer work for you, so I'm just returning it," Y/N explains awkwardly, glancing away momentarily as he dabs a rag upon his damp face.
His eyes narrow down at the piece of paper in her hands, as she attempts to give it to him. He chuckles softly before pushing it back towards her, shaking his head. "Keep it."
"Huh?" She gives him a bewildered look. "Why?"
"I may have fired you, Y/N, but I'm still going to pay you whether you like it or not," he tells her, taking a step closer to her. "Think of it as... compensation for putting up with my shitty personality."
Y/N rolled her eyes. "I can't accept this, it's wrong. I haven't done anything to earn it. Either stop paying me or rehire me."
Now it was Grayson's turn to roll his eyes at the stubborn girl. "I most certainly will not rehire you, Y/N, and you know why."
"Okay, Grayson, I understand that you want to protect me and trust me, if I could I would stay away but I can't," Y/N pleaded. "There's literally no jobs left in Weldon and I'm desperate. There's a pretty good chance of me having to leave if I don't find a job."
Those words ignited... an emotion of some sort inside Grayson, and while it was ludicrous, an idea came to mine. He smirks, taking the check from her hands before slipping it into his pocket. He then wraps his hand around her wrist, taking her by surprise when he leans down and whispers into her ear, "You want your job back, Bambi? Earn it."
A shiver made its way down her spine and she sputtered while under his lustful gaze, "H-How?"
He licks his slightly chapped pink bottom lip and murmurs, "Lay down on the bench, and put your hands over your head."
She gulps before moving past him to lay down on the nearby bench press, her body slightly shivering as he follows her, now hovering over her at his tall height. She watches as he reaches upwards and unravels his bandana from his head, leaning forward to grab her wrists to tie them together with said bandana. She feels her heart skip a beat when he slips her denim shorts off and presses his palm against her already soaked-through cotton panties, resulting in his smug expression.
"My sweet, defiant and annoyingly stubborn Bambi," he utters, trailing his fingers to slip it under the waistband of her underwear. "Such a bad girl, coming here unannounced and acting ungrateful of my kindness. Do you know what bad girls get, Bambi?"
"P-Punishments?" Y/N croaked, not out of fear but of an uncontrollable need to have his fingers inside her wet core.
"So fucking smart," he hummed, beginning to slide her panties down her bare legs. "Now, I'm going to tease your pretty pussy as much as I can, and you're not allowed to cum. If you manage not to cum, you're rehired. If not? We're back to where we were before, where you don't work for me and I still pay you. Got it?"
"Yes," she breathed out, spreading her legs apart.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes..."
Her eyes widened as she quickly corrected herself, "Yes, sir."
He nodded in approval before immediately delving two fingers into her dripping pussy, slipping them in and out of her folds at a fast rate. Y/N groans before leaning her head against the bench, feeling her walls tighten around his thrusting fingers. Grayson uses his other hand to play with her clit, sending her further over the edge but she manages to hold herself back.
"Such a naughty Bambi," Grayson hisses before snatching his fingers away, leaving her in a panting state as she felt relieved from his taunts. "You wanna cum around my hand so bad, don't you?"
Y/N squeaks in response and he laughs before getting on his knees, lowering his head closer to her wet core. She sucks in a sharp breath when his tongue barely grazes over her sensitive folds before slipping itself entirely in, making her belt out a high-pitched squeal. He smiles with pride before proceeding to eat her out, feeling her thighs clench around his head together in a poor attempt to release herself into him. She won't give in, she won't give in, she won't give in...
"You're being such a good girl," she hears him softly praise against her loins. "You know what? You can cum, Bambi, cum for me."
Immediately Y/N is hesitant. She knows Grayson by the now, the slick and clever man that he is. Him granting her permission is a trick, she just knows it, and she refuses to fall for it. So, she simply sends him an innocent smile before shaking her head, continuing to hold onto the tight knot that had formed in her lower stomach. He frowned at his failed attempt, and he sends her a glare before diving back in to eat her sweet pussy out at an even more intense rate, sending a flock of swears and moans to leave her mouth.
"Fucking cum for me, Bambi," he demanded against her hot core, desperate to witness her contorted face whenever she released herself from his touches.
Y/N shook her head before replying in a sly tone, "No thank you, sir."
He lets out a huff before removing his head completely away from between her thighs, feeling absolutely defeated from his little game. Y/N, on the other hand, was grinning cheerfully in victory, though she could feel her pussy throb and knew she had to take care of it soon otherwise she might go crazy.
"Fine, Bambi, you're rehired," Grayson huffs, crossing his arms. "But with restrictions, and I must keep a close eye on you at all times. You are not to go near my father's wing of the house - the North Wing - under any circumstances. You understand me?"
"Yes, sir," she giggled, raising her eyebrow at his childish pout. "Now, can you please untie me?"
So over the course of the next two weeks Y/N resumes her position in the Dolan residence, happily obliging to her boss's needs. He, of course, isn't as thrilled to have her back as his maid, but he will admit that he's happy to see her on more than one occasion again. When she leaves his office after delivering his lunch, he cannot help but let his stare on her linger as the skirt of her uniform sways around waist after each step she takes. And when she struts into his bedroom to prepare him for a good night's rest, he cannot help the fluttering of his heart when she presses her soft lips against his forehead affectionately before whispering a kind "Good night, Gray" into his ear. It makes him want to pull her back into his bed with him and cuddle her precious body all night long, but Grayson doesn't want to suffocate her. He wants to take things a little slower, despite their rapid start. The two of them, together, are the complete opposite of slow.
One afternoon Y/N is organizing Grayson's closet when she hears the door close with footsteps following, but she doesn't dare to turn back as she doesn't want to distract herself. However, she soon feels a pair of strong arms wrap themselves firmly around her and pull her against a strong chest, Grayson soon cooing into her ear, "Pack your things, Bambi."
Her heart almost drops as she replies, "You're firing me again? Grayson..."
He chuckled at her whining and pressed a light, assuring kiss against her forehead, "No, of course not. I'm taking you on a trip."
"A trip? Why?"
He sighed. "Well, I recently learned that a shipment of my family's wine is being delivered tomorrow, and Lord knows how much I despise seeing those trucks filled to the brim with that inhumanly awful substance. I don't want you seeing it either, Bambi, so I'm taking you out of here."
Y/N breathes out slowly, her nerves getting the better of her. "Oh. Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," he said. "Besides, you don't want spend your entire summer working some pretentious bastard who absolutely adores you, do you? Think of this as a vacation."
An spark of excitement started flooding her veins, and Y/N swiftly spun around in his arms to face him. "Okay, then... I'll get started packing. Where are we going, anyway?"
Grayson dons a smirk, shaking his head teasingly. "That's for me to know, and you to find out. Just dress warmly, and take along some of your fanciest dresses."
She gives him a pointed look before rolling her eyes. "My definition of fancy is your definition of poor. All of my dresses come from Forever 21."
He laughs at her petty statement. "When will you realize that I don't care about your social status? Anyway, you look ravishing in anything you wear."
She snorted at the use of his words, "Ravishing?"
"Astonishing, marvelous... fuckable, you get the gist." He winks, making her face heat up and she quickly backs out of his arms, heading towards the door.
"Right, well, I'm going start packing. Don't try to distract me or else I'll end up wearing nothing to wherever you're taking me."
"That actually doesn't sound so bad," he hums.
And then they were off to the airport within the matter of two hours, and Y/N stupidly presumed that they would be flying a commercial airplane. She wouldn't have imagined for her and Grayson being escorted to a private sanction of the airport, where a fucking private jet awaited them. Grayson is highly humored by her wide eyes and taken aback expression of the luxury interior of the jet, her hands grazing the black leather seats as she gawked at the white marbled walls. He couldn't help but admire her beauty as she absorbed her surroundings, finding her breathless observations to be absolutely cute. Grayson has, in fact, hooked up with women in the past, not many but all of them were rich and in the same high class as him. Y/N is the first woman he's ever been with who wasn't, and neither is she materialistic like his past snobby women. He could tell by the way she tried to graciously give him his money back, not wanting to come off as a gold digger who does nothing in return.
He will always find himself constantly in awe of her.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" she asks, fluttering her eyelashes repeatedly in an attempt to charm her way through him.
Grayson doesn't budge. "Nope. You'll see when we get there."
Y/N tried to imagine numerous places he could possibly take her to. But she'd be happy nonetheless, for two reasons; one, it'll take her one step further in travelling the world and two, she'd be in the presence of Grayson the entire time. She does know that they are going out of the country, as she had to show her passport to security, and the thought alone thrilled her to no end since she's never left the country before.
Y/N squeezes Grayson's hand tightly as they took off; she doesn't fly often - in fact, she never has, now that she thinks about it. It's insane to believe that her first time flying is not only on a private jet, but is with a man worth triple the amount of thirty Lamborghinis who also happens to have stolen her heart. However, she certainly wasn't used to the ascending of the plane as she began to squeeze his hand tighter with her eyes shut closed.
Grayson arches an eyebrow, "You've never flown before?"
His tone wasn't filled with mockery or amusement, but concern. She shakes her head in response, "No, I haven't."
Grayson wished he could pull her shaking body on top of his to comfort her, but they were supposed to remain buckled into their seats until they were ready to walk around the cabin. He didn't want his Bambi to panic even more by disobeying the rules and getting up, so instead he reached his arm around and, using his hand, urged Y/N to lean her head against his shoulder. It wasn't that difficult, seeing as their seats were already close together. She buries her face in the crook of his neck and inhales and exhales slowly, trying to steady her nerves.
"It's okay, Bambi," he whispers lovingly into her ear. "We'll be fine, baby... hey, you're with me, always, okay?"
She nodded her head and eventually the plane stopped ascending and started flying straight, easing her mind and deflating her overwhelming nerves. She removed her head from Grayson's neck and glanced at him, and he was still worriedly looking her over. Y/N grinned before leaning forwards, pressing a soft and thankful kiss against his lips. Before she could pull away, he snatched her back and kissed her deeper, his one hand laying flatly against the back of her neck as his tongue swept into her mouth.
After a few minutes of making out, they pulled away, both in breathless states. Grayson couldn't help but praise her exasperatedly, "You... you make me happy, Y/N. Really happy."
She beamed with joy at his words, reciprocating his feelings. "You make me really happy, too, Gray."
So after an exhausting approximate seven hours of flying, the jet finally lands on the runaway, another nerve-wracking experience but Grayson holds Y/N's hand the entire descent. The moment Y/N steps off the plane and listens to the language their escorts are speaking in, as well as the accents, she now knows their location. Sure, she's not fluent in it but it is a very familiar language that is universally recognized.
"You took me to France?" Y/N gasps to Grayson as the walk to the side entrance of the airport.
He chuckles, nodding his head. "Not just France, though."
She tilts her head to the side, a little confused. "What do you... No way. Don't tell me... Paris too?"
"Yes," he laughed at her giddiness, her slightly jumping up and down on her feet.
"Why here?" she couldn't help but ask.
He shrugs his shoulders, though fully aware of his intent. "Oh, you know what they say... it is the City of Love, after all."
Her eyes widened, and her thoughts immediately began racing. City of Love? What was he inferring with that comment? Did he... does he... No, there's no possible way. They have only known each other for about a month. Granted, they've spent a gigantic amount of time together, and have gotten to learn so much about each other... but still.
They walk through the airport, first going to baggage claim before exiting towards a rather fancy limousine, despite her and Grayson being the only two occupants. They make light chatter as they drive towards their hotel, and there's no doubt in Y/N's mind that it's just as luxurious, if not more, as their jet and vehicle. Y/N's assumptions were confirmed when the link pulled up in front of the fanciest hotels she had ever seen; the historical architecture of the exterior aesthetically pleasing to her mind and the beautifully decorated interior caused a warm feeling to overwhelm her. Grayson grabbed her hand and led her to their room, one of the suites on the top floor. They rode the elevator in silence but intertwined their fingers tightly in anticipation. The moment they stepped into their room, Y/N instantly spotted a very familiar and iconic building in the view of their balcony, and she quickly released her grip on Grayson's hand before sprinting towards it, her mouth agape in absolute awe.
"It's the Eiffel Tower," she coos, watching as it stood tall amongst the dark and starlit sky, where it looked its most beautiful.
She felt Grayson approach from behind her, placing his hands delicately on her shoulders as they both gazed at their glorious view. This was something she could definitely check off her bucket list for sure, even though it was probably a sight Grayson has seen far too many times. It was probably boring for him. What she didn't know is, no he was not looking at the Eiffel Tower - but rather at her, instead. He found her far more interesting, and couldn't help but inwardly gush at the sight of her bright smile and how her eyes twinkled just like the stars in the sky. His Bambi is a star, at least to him. And it was humorous to him, really, because she must certainly found the sight in front of her to be the most beautiful she has ever seen. But to him, she was.
God, he could stare at her forever.
"Bambi..." he whispers, feeling his heart beat against his chest. "I..."
Y/N turned around to face him, presenting him an encouraging smile. "What is it, Gray?"
Grayson doesn't say those three words often. He doesn't say it to his own family... especially not to his father, but he definitely loves his mother and his siblings. He's never said it to a woman before, truly because he has never felt it... until now. How ridiculous it seemed, considering they've only known each other for a short amount of time. Maybe he's too afraid to say it because this particular feeling of affection was never shown to him often - he's definitely not an easy man to get along with. Sure, he reels many admirers in with his handsome face and charming smile, but once they have gotten a taste of his personality, they immediately fled. Y/N didn't, even though she should have. Grayson Dolan has always deemed himself as unlovable, unworthy, and incapable of reciprocating such an intimate desire to another soul. He knows his reputation as Douchebag Dolan, and that he's the epitome of Satan. But with her, he doesn't feel like he is. Y/N Y/L/N is rapidly changing him from the inside out, and he is more than willing to let her.
He must have been lost in thought for too long, because now Y/N is tapping his shoulder repeatedly, "Grayson? Are you okay?"
He looked right in her eyes, brighter than the stars themselves, and sighed, unable to hold it in any longer. "Oh Bambi, I've fallen in love with you."
Y/N is stunned by his confession. Those were the last words she would ever expect to hear him say, at least, not anytime soon. But right now he is telling the truth, because she could see it in his hazel eyes and trembling body, him becoming antsy for her next response. He is scared of rejection, due to facing it nearly his entire life. He's gone on rants before about how he doesn't particularly care that Ethan is the favored twin, but she knows that it does get to him. And right now he's probably mentally convincing himself that she doesn't feel the same way, but he's wrong. Because it turns out, she does.
"Grayson," she grins, leaning her face closer to his, "I'm in love with you, too."
Grayson's eyes widened, and now he felt as though his heart was going to burst from his chest. She loves him, she fucking loves him. Unable to resist any longer, Grayson breaks the small space between them and kisses her passionately, slowly dragging her body back inside and leading her backwards toward their master bedroom. The bed was in the shape of a heart - Grayson had accidentally booked the honeymoon suite - covered in red silky sheets, flipping an instant switch of lust and desire inside the pair. He carefully laid Y/N down on the bed, softly asking her to stay there so he could retrieve something from his suitcase. She slipped off her clothes and laid there naked for him, not wanting to waste anymore time. He returns and smirks at her insanely gorgeous bare body, prepared for him.
Y/N notices him holding a medium-sized black box in his arms, smiling at her already prior knowledge as to what could be in there. "What's that, sir?"
She watched as his eyes darken a little, and he quickly sets the box on the edge of the bed before answering, "Some gifts for my little Bambi."
Grayson unlocks the box and pulls out a pair of silver handcuffs, a devious smile prominent on his lips as he crawls over her to grab her already raising wrists - she knows the drill. What a fucking good girl. He then returns to the box and tugs out a piece of black material - a blindfold. He gently lifted her head to tie it over her eyes, making sure to take one last look at its pretty pigment before it was no longer visible. Now unable to see him now, Y/N holds in a breath and she hears Grayson turn something on - making the object start buzzing continuously.
"Did you know that the French compare having an orgasm to dying?" he speaks seductively, playing with the vibrator in his hands as he spreads her legs apart. "They often refer to the phrase, une petite mort. It's their way of calling it an orgasm. I personally find it to be a beautiful comparison."
He lightly touches the vibrator against her clit, making her jump from being startled and a light squeal erupting from her mouth. He slides the object down to her wet folds, pressing it up against her pretty pussy which soon results in her making her moan loudly. He grins in satisfaction and raises the level of vibration higher, causing her to arch her back slightly and raise her legs a little. He can feel her now, edging to her release. She's practically already dripping, and the glorious sight of her withering around on the bed, restrained, causes his erection to grow harder. There is no doubt in his mind that pre-cum is already seeping from the tip, so before she can fully release herself he removes the vibrator - making her whimper - before soon discarding his clothing.
"I want you to cum when I'm inside you, Bambi," Grayson tells her with a chuckle, slipping out of his boxers and springing his erection out.
He crawls back on top of her and removes the blindfold, and unlocks the handcuffs. She blinks her eyes before looking into his lustful gaze, hearing him mutter, "I want to see your eyes roll to the back of your fucking head when I fuck you, baby, make you feel like dying..."
She gasps when he suddenly slides himself between her folds, thrusting in at a gentle rate before repositioning himself, then going back in. Y/N is nearly in tears when he fucks her pretty pussy harder, doing as he promises by rolling her star-filled eyes to the back of her head as one of his hands finds itself wrapping around her throat. It was a sight he could stare at all day, his name pouring out of her delicate, dirty mouth. He was already prepared to fill her hole up with his creamy substance, knowing damn well she was at her breaking point as well.
"God, I fucking love you," he groaned, burying his dick deeper into her stretched out walls. "Cum, baby, cum... make me feel like I'm human... like I'm dying..."
They both came, both releases spilling at an uncontrollable and hard rate. They were also incredibly exhausted, as their naked bodies soon fell into a deep sleep after their respectiful "little death."
The Paris trip was going perfectly. They spent loving days being tourists, traveling to parks, art museums, and of course, the Eiffel Tower. Grayson and Y/N seemed like such a perfect couple to the outside world, unable to keep their hands off each other and lips apart. No one knew the complicated backgrounds that lay beneath their relationship, and both of them wanted to live in this bubble of temporary peace forever.
However, as the saying goes, nothing good lasts forever. Currently they're strolling a supermarket, examining the foreign and unidentifiable brands and attempting to pronounce its description. Grayson seemed to have strayed from Y/N, who was too preoccupied in the dessert aisle, and had ended up in the medicine section. He almosts makes it out of the end of the aisle before he stops himself, the corner of his eye catching onto a very familiar white and red box sitting on one of the shelves. His worst fear is confirmed when he takes a closer look, nearly shitting his pants when he reads the label.
Dolanoids.