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The kind man officiating the ceremony passed Grayson a small box. Inside it were two rings. One was an engagement ring with a great big diamond set in platinum. The other was a wedding band made of a series of smaller diamonds, but just as impressive all the same.
It was as if Grayson had known my taste in jewelry long before I’d walked in his door that morning.
He gently pulled my left hand up and slid the engagement ring on my ring finger. The wedding band followed, slipping into place perfectly.
He’d known my ring size too.
The priest handed me a box next. I took it in my hands and opened it to find a simple gold wedding band inside. I licked my lips and pulled it out of its sleeve, hesitantly holding it in my fingers.
It felt so heavy. He offered his hand and my own trembled as I took his much bigger one into mine. His ring seemed to carry the weight of a lifetime.
I slid it gently on his finger.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” the priest pronounced, and my mouth went dry. I glanced back at Grayson. He reached for me, and this time I didn’t run. There was a part of me that wanted to, but I pushed it away. His fingers intertwined with mine and he pulled me in. The resistance in me melted away as his hand cupped my cheek. For a moment, he just looked at me as if he was memorizing the contours of my face before he brushed his lips against mine in a kiss far sweeter than I ever would have expected from a man like him. The entire thing felt like the most beautiful dream and a part of me wanted it to never end.
At first, his kiss was a soft caress, gentle and kind and I found myself pressing my body against his. His grip on the side of my face tightened just a bit and his lips grew more persistent, rougher and I lost myself in his firm possession of me. I started to kiss him back just as hard as he did me and that tiny pulse between my thighs that had seemingly faded into a gentle dull ache came roaring back with magnificently brutal force.
The kiss lasted forever yet was over in no time at all. I was almost disappointed when he eventually pulled away from me and I was surprised that a soft whimper flew free from my own mouth. He traced his thumb over my swollen lower lip, staring down at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His fingers squeezed mine once more and he led me back down the aisle. I followed behind him, nervously awaiting what came next. Would he take me straight to his bed? Was there something more he had in mind? Would it hurt?
I didn’t know, but I kind of did want to know.
His stride quickened, and I had to walk faster to keep up with him. My heel caught the back of my dress and I stumbled, but he caught me before I fell.
“I apologize. I’d forgotten you were wearing heels,” he explained gently.
There was no cruelty in the way he said those words and I chewed my lip, trying to figure out this m
an and feeling like I knew him one moment and he swiftly turned into a stranger in the next.
“Thank you for catching me,” I whispered, feeling particularly small and feminine standing before him. It was as though I was a tiny songbird caught in a cage and he was the only one who could open the door to let me out.
“It is the least I could do,” he murmured sheepishly, and I found myself smiling at his honest sincerity. He beamed in my direction, blissful contentment painted across his face, and I looked away, not wanting to face the inquisitiveness inside me that wanted to know more about him. I felt myself blush just the tiniest bit.
He was the perfect gentleman, but I knew there was something darker hidden beneath, a level of depravity that even I couldn’t yet fully grasp and was almost afraid to see.
But…
Maybe there was a part of me that liked that about him. Staring down at the ground, I shook my head. As if he knew I was already lost in my own mind, he cleared his throat, and I lifted my eyes just enough to catch the softness within his.
“I’d like to take you to dinner, my pretty bride. You must be hungry,” he said. He offered an arm, and I hesitantly took it. To be honest, I didn’t have much of a choice.
“I stole some of the cheese in the fridge earlier,” I admitted. There was a part of me that felt quite naughty telling him about that and my pussy clenched a little bit at the thought of what he might do to me later.
On our wedding night.
“I should have thought to put that out with your wine,” he chuckled.
“Well, no one’s perfect,” I sassed, and his laugh deepened.
“I don’t know. Your bottom is utter perfection when it’s bare, bright red, and welted from my belt,” he mused and a quiet mewl of surprise escaped me. I swallowed hard as a hard jolt of pleasure raced straight down to my clit, reminding me that I had yet to come today. If only I could just reach between my legs. It wouldn’t take long for me to give myself exactly what I needed.
He stopped and pulled me close to him. My heart raced as he surrounded me with his massive form, strong and hot and so dangerously seductive.
“You should know that I’m going to take you over my knee tonight and that I’m going to spank that bare bottom bright pink just because I like it that way. Then I’m going to slip my fingers between your thighs and I’m going to find out exactly how soaking wet that gorgeous little pussy is for me. I’m going to look at everything that is mine, my pretty bride, and then I’m going to enjoy all of it,” he murmured, and my legs gave way just enough that I was secretly grateful for his firm hand on my lower back.
Why did that make me react so intensely? It shouldn’t be making me this wet to know a man was going to do such shameful things to me. It should be making me angry, but I was even more aroused.
“Everything?” I whimpered.
