Chapter 21
Lane
Four Months Later
Tonight had been as perfect as a fairytale, thanks to Greyson. He’d given me the most perfect wedding of my dreams. The small ceremony had been held in a gorgeous botanical garden, complete with butterflies of every color and a really fat squirrel that I was pretty sure wasn’t supposed to be in here. My parents had flown in; they’d grown much more comfortable with Greyson and I’s relationship. It had definitely taken them some time to come to terms with our age gap and former therapist-client relationship, but they had. My parents were now fully Team Greyson, which was wonderful, but also a tiny bit annoying since they now always sided with him on family disagreements. My mom had cried to me several times about how happy she was to know I was being taken care of; my dad was obsessed with Greyson’s opinion on anything business-related.
In total, we had six guests - my parents, Greyson’s brothers, Oliver, and funnily enough, Amelia, the receptionist at Greyson’s office.
My wedding band was a simple gold band decorated with rubies. It felt so complementary to my ring - beautiful, precious and clear diamonds above an equally beautiful band of blood. The meaning didn’t escape me.
I wore a knee-length white shift dress draped in chains of pearls. The sharp inhale I’d gotten from Greyson when I’d walked down the aisle made me giddy. I glowed, happiness infused in my skin. I bit back a giggle when the dark, lustful look in his eyes clearly showed how much he wanted to rip my outfit off. I couldn’t wait until he saw what I was wearing underneath.
Greyson growled into my mouth when it was time for the kiss, the intensity making my toes curl. By the time he’d released me from his grip, my throbbing lips were red and swollen and my knees were weak. In retribution, I may have sucked his icing-covered finger while batting my eyelashes up at him during the cake cutting. I was definitely getting spanked for that later based on the glare he gave me.
When the reception hit a lull, I wandered off on my own through the sea of greenery. While lost in my thoughts under the glow of the string lights above, I came upon an alcove with a small waterfall and a stone bench beside it. Taking a seat, I watched the movement and fluidity of the water and smiled to myself.
Ever since I had met Greyson, I’d had the distinct feeling that I was right where I was supposed to be. Like it had been decided long before we met that we were two halves of a whole. It was probably just a fantasy of mine, but fate was such a romantic idea to me. Of course, it also could have been Greyson playing God and tying his red string to my own. Either way, I felt comforted deep in my bones when I thought of being his.
“Lane?”
My head jolted up to see Greyson standing beside the bench, looking down at me with concern.
I smiled, “I’m okay, I just needed some alone time. I don’t mind if you join me though.” His concern was replaced by fondness, his eyes turning soft and warm. I scooted over to make room for him. He sat, our thighs touching.
“Was everything okay? I thought Tiffany did a great job putting everything together.” Tiffany was the wedding planner he’d hired. I thought it was silly to hire someone for a six-guest wedding, but Greyson had said, “Daddy knows best,” and sought out the premier wedding planner in the state. While I still thought it was an over-the-top display of wealth, by the end of my first meeting with her, we were giggling and gossiping like schoolgirls. I was crossing my fingers that she’d maybe want to stay in touch after the wedding.
“It was perfect, Grey. Beyond perfect, actually. I mean, a fucking butterfly landed on my shoulder while we were reading our vows! I really hope the photographer got a picture of that or I may strangle her.”
A bout of laughter bubbled out of him, “No strangling innocent photographers.”
“I know, I know.” I lightly bumped against his shoulder, closing my eyes in contentment. “Really, thank you for all of this. I wish I could do something amazing for you.”
He brought up a hand to push my head onto his shoulder. “You know I think everything you do is amazing. Just stay by my side, that’s all I ask.”
I practically purred into his shoulder, “But is there anything special you want? It’s our wedding night afterall.”
He considered it, humming, “It’s not like you’ve ever said no to anything I’ve done to you before, but I can think of at least one thing I’d like to try tonight.”
My blush traveled from my face to my chest. My belly felt warm with desire. When I glanced down, I embarrassingly realized that I’d begun to chub up. Greyson noticed it too, smirking. His fingers grazed the outline of my cock, just barely applying pressure. I groaned when he took his hand away. He tongued the shell of my ear, traveling down to the lobe. He briefly sucked it into his mouth before moving onto the sensitive skin behind my ear. I whimpered as he sucked and nipped.
He whispered, “Are you ready to go home and be my slut? Look at how your clit is twitching, begging for attention.” I moaned, squirming on the bench. “Poor baby. You’ll feel better once I flood your cunt with my cum. Isn’t that right, little one?”
I was too horny to form words, so I just released a series of unintelligible pants and moans.
“Aww, you’ve already gone brainless for Daddy? Such a good girl. I’m going to make you scream and soak the bed once we get home. If your parents weren’t here, I’d drag you over to the party and fuck you senseless with an audience,” he said.
“Home– Now, Daddy– Need–” I stammered.
“I know what you need, baby girl. Now, we’re going to walk over there, say our goodbyes, and drive home so I can play with you,” he quietly ordered. I nodded shakily while relying on his strength to pull me up from the bench. My legs already felt like jelly, and we hadn’t even done anything yet. I was in a trance as he paraded me to each guest. Greyson expertly lied to my parents, telling them that I’d had a bit too much to drink. They accepted it quickly since they already knew I was a lightweight.
When we reached Greyson’s car, he helped me into the passenger’s seat. Once he was in the driver’s seat, he leaned over, buckling me in. Once the seatbelt was secured, he ran his hand down over to my crotch. I bucked up as he grabbed my cock through the satin fabric of my dress.
“I love how responsive you are,” he mused, removing his hand and leaving me hard and aching.
***
Greyson crowded me against the front door as soon as it closed behind us. He ground his erection against my own, wringing out a whine from me. He kissed down my neck, sucking a hickey onto the skin of my collarbone.
I let out a shocked gasp as he lifted me up so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. His hands gripped the back of my thighs, and I just knew I’d have bruises there in the morning. He attacked my mouth with an all-consuming kiss, causing my mind to go fuzzy again. His hands roamed to my ass, finding my underwear and roughly pulling it down to my upper thighs.
He must have had a packet of lube in his pants because soon enough, a slicked up finger was pushing into my hole. I could tell how desperate he was to get inside of me based on the amount of foreplay given. Just seconds after adding a second finger, he pulled them out and slammed his cock into me.
My eyes rolled back from the stretch and painful pleasure. “Fuck, Daddy– I wasn’t ready,” I grunted.
“This round will be quick, baby. Just needed– Fuck– I just needed to be inside you,” Greyson groaned, continuing to fuck into me brutally. “Ah, fuck, babydoll! Need to breed you.”
Grunts and pants were punched out of me through the rough rhythm of his thrusts. He was right though - it wasn’t too long before his hips stuttered and I felt his release deep inside of me. He panted into my neck, taking a minute to recover from his orgasm.
His softened cock stayed in me as he carried me to our bedroom. Luckily, his dick acted as a stopper for his cum so that it didn’t drip across the entire apartment. Once he reached the edge of the bed, he gently lowered me to the mattress and slid himself out of my hole. There was electricity in the air as we stared at each other. I lifted my arms above me on the bed.
“Ready to unwrap me, Daddy?” Greyson’s eyes dilated for a moment before he was sliding my dress off, leaving behind my pearl chains. He raked his gaze over me, a dangerous glint in his eye. The pearls began as a choker around my throat, then draped over my chest, looping around my shoulders. A second chain wrapped around my waist. I wore white lace panties, a delicate pink rose in the center of the waistband.
Greyson breathily exhaled, “I’m not sure which version of you is more arousing.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I have different versions?”
“My angelic princess or my goddess of death.”
“Couldn’t I be a fallen angel?”
“Hmm, if you dress like this for our next kill, then yes,” he hummed. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” Greyson shrouded my body in his shadow as he crawled onto the bed. Leaning down, he pressed kisses along my jaw.
I whined, inpatient for my own orgasm. “What was it that you wanted to try tonight?”
He smiled and pushed off the mattress, leaving me alone on the bed. I watched curiously as he went to grab some restraints.
“You’ll find out soon,” he teased, returning to the bed. I huffed, which earned a look from Greyson. “Don’t be a brat. Face down, hands on the headboard.”
He expertly tied my wrists together then to one of the slats in the headboard. A silk blindfold was placed over my eyes.
“Bring your knees up, baby. There you go. God, you’re fucking perfect,” he cooed, softly running his hands up and down my sides. I sank into the feeling, letting everything except Greyson’s touch fade away.
I heard the snick of the bottle of lube being opened and wiggled my hips in the air in anticipation. I shivered as one of Greyson’s hands stroked my thigh soothingly. I moaned as I felt his other hand land on my ass. Slick fingers began rubbing the rim of my hole, until one pushed into my tight channel. Greedy for more, I pushed my butt backwards, trying to wedge his finger even deeper. Greyson chuckled and even though I couldn’t see him, I would have bet that he had an amused smile on his face.
A second finger slipped in, immediately finding my prostate. I moaned wantonly as he repeatedly stroked the gland.
The third finger caught me off guard, resulting in a yelp. As I got used to the stretch, I whimpered and began to fuck back onto his hand.
Greyson purred, “Such a hungry cunt you have.” His free hand was still stroking my skin, traveling up and down my trembling body.
“Want your cock, Daddy,” I panted, my head lolling to the side to rest against the bed.
“Not yet, princess. You’re going to take my hand first like a good little slut.”
There was no goddamn way his entire hand would fit in my ass.
“That won’t fit,” I whined in concern. I didn’t quite want to deal with my hole ripping on my wedding night. No thank you.
“Shh, babydoll. Don’t worry your pretty, little head about it, Daddy’s got you. I’m adding more lube every time I add a finger. As long as I take my time - which I will - you’ll be perfectly fine, I promise. Just relax and trust me,” he coaxed.
I took a deep breath and tried to relax my muscles. I figured that if worse came to worst and I was injured, Greyson would spend the next month or so doing anything to make up for it. It wasn’t like he denied me what I wanted on a typical day though.
“Agh, fuck– Too much, too much!” I yelled as a fourth finger was pushed into me. It stung.
“It’s okay, baby. Relax and push out. It’ll be okay,” Greyson assured me. I pushed back the angry words that wanted to come out and tell him that he wasn’t the one with four large man fingers shoved in his asshole. Instead, I breathed deeply, slowly inhaling and exhaling. I shouted out a moan when he twisted his fingers and rubbed against my aching prostate. My vision clouded as tears began to well up in my eyes from the overwhelming pressure.
“Almost there, princess. You’re doing so well. Good girl. My perfect girl. You’re taking my fingers so fucking well, baby. Lose yourself to the pleasure and let go.” Greyson’s encouragement echoed in my skull. I could do this.
“Oh, fuck!” I howled, my body shaking uncontrollably as ropes of cum shot out of my cock. “Fuck– Can’t– Daddy, please– Can’t–” I stuttered through moans.
“There you go, darling. So good. You’re Daddy’s perfect girl, aren’t you? You’re going to take my fist. You can take it. I know you can. It’s going to feel so good, baby,” he praised. Thoughts were jumbled in my head. He was pushing me past what I thought I could take. The room was filled with my sobs, the squelching of his fingers, and his continued praise.
I screamed as his thumb slipped past my entrance. Another release was forced out of me as he spread his fingers out.
My vision went dark.
***
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I came to. I whimpered from oversensitivity as Greyson used my limp body as a fucktoy. Still thrusting, he pressed his chest into my back before speaking gruffly into my ear.
“You awake, princess? I felt you tighten around my cock.”
I replied, my voice hoarse and broken, “Mm. How long?”
“Just a few minutes. Once I come, we’ll go soak in a nice, hot bath. Can you milk my dick, baby? Make Daddy come,” he grunted. I pulsed my muscles down there, squeezing and releasing. His thrusts gradually sped up, punching the air from my lungs.
It wasn’t long before his hips stuttered and a series of expletives and moans burst out of him. He pushed his cock as deep into my channel as he could get before coating my insides with his cum.
Greyson collapsed on top of me, quickly rolling off as to not suffocate me. He pulled my body closer, pressing my face into his sweat-covered chest. Our legs tangled together. His racing heartbeat was a drum, and I listened to the rhythm as we laid together. Neither of us spoke, content to lay in silence, our bodies wrapped together as one.
As I surrendered to sleep, I heard Greyson speak.
“Forever and always, little fawn.”