Wed to the Bad Boy (17 page)

Chapter Seventeen

Joanna

I wanted to ask Greyson what the plan was, I wanted to have him kiss me on the forehead and tell me it was all going to be alright, but he couldn’t see me before the ceremony, let alone touch me.

Instead, I looked into the mirror and straightened the creases in my dress.

“You look-” Willa started, but Mary chimed in.

“Stunning.”

I was wearing my hair down in soft curls today, just how I wanted it, with only a mantilla veil atop my head. It was seamless, classic. I felt like princess in this outfit. And undeserving one, but one nonetheless.

“Well ladies, time to go storm the castle,” I said as I put my best smile on. Today was the day I turned from a free woman into something I never asked to be.

Now all I had to do was go down the stairs to the lobby and wait.

Light streamed in through the stained glass windows of the church's foyer onto my face. The unexpected warmth of the autumn day should've been calming, but it only served to increase my anxiety.

I was about to walk down the aisle and give my heart, body, and soul to a man who was only marrying me because our families demanded it.

We weren't Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed lovers. No, we were far from that.

And this was only temporary.  That was what I kept telling myself. Greyson said that we could play house for a year then I could resume my life. Get back to school, do what I wanted. It was supposed to reassure me.

Even then it didn't matter. My heart raced. I was actually going to go through with this. I had the dress, the veil, the bouquet everything.

"It's time," Willa said as she started down the aisle. Mary had my train.

Maggie went, and then it was my turn.

"Are you ready, kiddo?" Uncle Dennis asked. He came, rather than my father, to walk me down the aisle.

He was literally the one giving me away, so why not? My father had done little for me. In fact, he hadn't even showed up on time to act as an usher, and when he did, he was drunk.

He was sitting in the back of the church, as per my request, half sleep. It was just like my dad

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I said as I looked up at him. I'd loved my uncle once. Thought he was a good man, a man who took care of us. Now, though, I didn't feel anything but anger. But hate. He put me in this situation. He created all of this. For no reason other than to find a weakness in his enemy, or to merge with them.

Wasn't it the same thing? Either way they would cease to exist. He'd covered all his bases.

He looped his arm through mine and pulled me tight, whispering into my ear, "don't think of running now, Joanna. I have guards at all exits."

I wasn't even considering it, not until he put the thought into my head. I couldn't do that to Greyson though, I couldn't turn away from him.

And when my uncle pulled me through the doors of the chapel I remembered why. Greyson turned and looked into my eyes, those grey-green swirls lighting a fire inside of me. I remembered last night, the way he made my breath hitch, the way he made me feel even with everyone else in the background.

He was what I was walking towards. It was silly, short-sighted, even. But I didn't care. My heart leapt when I saw him.

I wanted to sprint down that aisle, to wrap his arms around me and just forget the rest of the world.

But we were doing this for the rest of the world. This marriage was not of our making.

My uncle handed me over after a series of words from the priest and Greyson stepped forward, taking my hand where Dennis offered it.

As soon as his skin touched mine I felt reassured. My heartbeat slowed, and the knot in my stomach untangled.

He kept his eyes on me the entire time. Through the mass, through all of the rituals.

Even when we took the Eucharist.

"I have it on authority that you've written your own vows?" Father Brennan asked.

I hadn't. So I froze, but Greyson spoke up. "I have," he said.

"Joanna, I've been wrapped up in your spirit from the moment we meant. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning of it. Everytime I look at you I learn a little bit more about myself. I do take you as my wife, and I cherish this moment. I promise you that I will protect you with my last breath. I make these vows before both our families, before God. Will you have me?"

I swallowed. It wasn't what I was expecting, but I couldn't say I hated to hear it. In fact, the tears streaming down my face said otherwise.

As much as I wanted to call this whole thing a hoax a little part of me hoped he was genuine. Hoped that this was something he wanted as much as I did. I wanted to hold onto him, onto this sweet moment for the rest of my life.

But it was just a charade. A poison meant to infect our families. To get what my uncle wanted. To worm our way into a position of power.

And it made me sick.

But I didn't want to wake up from this moment. From the look in his eyes, so I nodded and said. "I do."

It was my turn now.

“I never expected to find someone like you, let alone get married. It was not part of my life plan.” I swallowed, my nerves getting the best of me, but he held on to my hands and gave them a squeeze. He was there, reassuring me. “It wasn’t something I dreamed about late at night. But now that I’m here, I don’t want any other outcome.”

A few people awed out in the pews and I blushed, determined to finish. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Greyson. And I keep falling in love with you. Every single day. I know that together we can do amazing things. We can slay all the demons that threaten to destroy our world. Do you promise to love me through it all?” I asked.

“I do.”

The priest stepped forward and said, "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

This wedding was real. It was happening. I was a wife.

Greyson wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him, kissing me softly, sweetly. It wasn't like him, but I certainly enjoyed the kiss. I even lengthened it until there were a few coughs and a couple of chuckles in the audience.

"You still owe me for last night's stunt," he whispered in my ear. I knew exactly what that meant.

Tonight wasn't going to be nearly so saccharine, and I was looking forward to it.

Greyson

I couldn't get her out of that dress fast enough, but first thing was first. We had to deal with our families. Our families and alcohol.

It wasn't going to be as fun as it sounded.

As we stood outside the church receiving the line of guests, I kept one eye on Dennis. He was a slimy little weasel. The kind that only did things for personal gain. I knew that, and so did my father.

But now that he knew my weakness he was going to exploit it. She was my weakness. Joanna was my everything.

Still, I doubted she would ever betray me. No, I saw that look in her eyes. She felt the same way as I did. She might not even know it, but she did. I was sure of it.

"Welcome to the family," Dennis said as he took ahold of my hand, squeezing it.

I didn't hold back. I crushed his like it was nothing.

He might have the power of an army, but I had my youth, my body. And I had her.

"I expect you at the family meeting bright and early Monday morning. We have a merger to discuss," Dennis said as he walked away.

There would be no honeymoon. I knew that. We'd make time for one later, once I showed Joanna just how much she loved me.

Once she realized this wedding was the best thing that could've happened to her. It would take more than just my skilled fingers to get her to that point, but I would.

I would fight for her to see just how good I was for her. Just how much I loved her.

I turned to look at her as she bent down and hugged my grandmother. They'd never met, but that gentle smile on her face only made my heart swell.

Granny was a mean little biddy, but Joanna would come to find that out later. Right now I was just appreciating her personality.

"How long do you think we have to spend at our own reception?" I asked her in a low whisper. "I want you."

"I was just wondering the same thing," she admitted.

"I'm going to hasten the process, because I can't wait much longer, Joanna. An early retreat to our hotel room is in order." I fought the desire that was lurking in the back of my mind, trying to make it to the forefront, and pushed it away. It wouldn't be seemly to think about all the things I wanted to do to her, not here, not in front of all our families.

"You got a hotel room?" she asked.

"Penthouse suite at the top of the Inner Harbor Inn," I said as I brushed a little strand of hair out of her face. "I even brought some supplies."

I was going to make her mine tonight. I'd lied when I told her this could be temporary. It couldn't. I had to have her, and I never tired of her.

I needed to possess her until I drew my last breath.

Chapter Eighteen

Joanna

I didn’t think anything could get better than our penthouse, but when I saw the hotel suite it took my breath away. I would see all of the harbor from here. The lights, the people walking to their favorite places. It was breathtaking.

"Do you like it?" Greyson asked.

"It's amazing," I said as I stared out the plated glass windows.

"I love that you love this city," he said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my exposed neck. "God, you smell so good. I could just eat you up." He sunk his teeth into my neck and made me moan.

It was going to be one of those nights; I could tell. I tried to step away but the length of my skirts made it difficult, and it was only a half-hearted attempt anyway. I was still wearing my wedding dress, but the train had been detached.

"You aren't going to get away from me so easily tonight, Joanna." I saw the flash in his eyes, and I knew he was thinking dirty thoughts. His grip tightened.

"Who said I wanted to? Maybe I just enjoy the chase." It was the truth. I did. I loved it when he reached for me and pulled me to him. I loved it when he pressed himself against me. It was a silly thing, but I wanted to be hunted down by him. To be caught and made to submit.

I was just as twisted as he was, but I hid it better. Or at least I used to. Because of him my tastes had awoken anew.

"Oh, I know you do, but do you enjoy what happens when I catch you?" he asked as he spun me around and pinned me to the wall. My chest heaved with the adrenaline rush, and we both knew the truth.

I loved it.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, my breath heavy.

"Possess you. Own you. You are mine now, Joanna. Don't you forget it," he hissed as he trailed kisses down my neck and reached for the zipper of my wedding dress. It took a little work, but he got it undone.

He pushed it down, and I stepped out of it wearing nothing but my heels, stockings and garters.

"No panties?" he asked as he spun me around. I could tell he was enjoying the sight.

"I didn't want a repeat of last night," I explained. That put a smile on his face.

"Well, I know what I want," his voice enthralled me as he grabbed my chin and tilted my head up.

"What?" I asked.

"Spread your legs, I want a taste."

I did as I was told and spread my legs for him. No sooner had I done that was he on his knees with his face in between them. He slid his tongue along my lips until he found my little pearl and gave it a flick. "All I want is just a taste," he murmured into me then pulled away.

What a tease.

"Now get on your knees," he said as he stood. He was so commanding that I obeyed him without a second thought. I did as I was told looking up at him from my vantage point. He really was a prince.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You will not ask questions, Joanna. You will just do as I tell you, and you will call me Sir. Is that clear?"

I swallowed hard. He'd never asked this before of me. He'd never bade me to do anything like this. He'd spanked me, blindfolded me, but this was different.

This was me submitting to him. A part of me bucked that, but another part of me, the one that was slowly taking over, it wanted it.

"What is this?" I asked.

"This is my possessing you. Will you play along with me?" he asked. "I would never make you do anything you don't want to."

"Oh, I want to. Sir." It was the truth.

"Then suck my cock, Jo." He pulled it out of his suit trousers, and I nodded grabbing it in my hand and wrapping my fingers around the girth of it. My mouth went to work right away, enveloping the head of his cock as I swirled my tongue over it. I took it into me greedily sucking as much as I could as hard as I could, shoving his cock down my throat as far as I could take it. Each time my eyes watered, but I refused to give up. I wanted to please him. To show him how much I wanted him.

He pulled me off of him and then lifted me up. "Not yet. You keep doing that, and I'm going to cum before I'm ready. Go into the bedroom."

I walked through the suite and into the bedroom to see a suitcase of things already laid out on the luggage stand.

In it were cuffs, rope, spreader bars, and even a flail. I swallowed. Hard. What the fuck had I walked into?

"Do you like what you see?" He asked. He'd taken off his bowtie, and his shirt was open to the waist, making me hungry for more of him. Those muscles were so fucking sexy.  They rippled down his body reminding me of exactly how sexy he was.

"I don't know," I said hesitantly.

"Sir."

"I don't know, Sir," I said again. I bit my lip and looked at him. "Are you going to hurt me?" I asked.

"If I do it right, it should be pleasurable," he said. "Do you trust me?" he asked slowly.

"What?"

"Do you trust me?" Each word was drawn out slowly.

"Yes, Sir," I said. I did. I'd come this far with him, and I wasn't about to turn back now.

"If you trust me then get on the bed and wait for me. I'm going to blindfold you so that you feel instead of see," he said as he pointed towards the best.

"Yes, Sir," I said as I crawled on the soft linens of the bed and waited. He walked over and put the mask on me, the beautiful Venetian one with no eyeholes.

I lifted a hand up to feel the lace overlay, but he grabbed me by the wrist.

"Hands down, and together," he said. I pushed it down, and he put something soft but strong over them. Leather. I could smell it. He was putting me in leather cuffs.

"What-"

"No questions, baby girl. That'll cost you." He pulled me up and spanked my ass. "Get on all fours. It might be hard with the cuffs, but I know you can do it."

I did as he said, maneuvering myself so that my ass was in the air, and my hands were holding me up.

"Good girl," he said, and I could feel him bend down, I could feel him slide another larger cuff around my ankles, but this one had a hard bar attached to it.  I couldn't bridge the gap between my ankles after it was on. I knew what it was. I'd heard about them. A spreader bar. I couldn't close my legs if I wanted to. Fuck, that was hot. I couldn't believe how slick I was getting from this nasty stuff.

"That's a good girl," he said as he caressed one of my ass cheeks before giving it a slap. "I told you I wanted to tie you up and possess you. I wasn't kidding about how dirty I was, Joanna. Can you handle it?" he asked.

“Yes, I can. Sir."

Fuck, this was making me so damn wet.

"Have you ever had anything in your ass before?" he asked.

"No, Sir," I answered.

"Well, there is always a first time," he said as he took a finger and put it against me. Something wet was on his finger, and after he had spread it over me, it got warm. "It's lube, baby. It'll make it feel good. Really good."

"I trust you, Sir," I said as I bit my lip. This game we were playing was fun, and I wanted to keep it going. I wanted to feel the pleasure he could give me.

"I'll go slow, just a little one in you so that I can fuck you properly, it'll feel like heaven if you let it," he pressed the nub against me, the little thing sliding in just slightly. I tensed against the pain.

"Relax, babygirl. Just breathe. I'm not going to do anything you don't want. Take your time, get used to it."

I did as he told me and sucked in breath after breath willing myself to relax. Eventually, it came to me, and I could breathe. He inched it in further. I had to admit, as soon as I got used to it, it felt good. Full. It filled me up in a way that I'd never experienced before.

It left me wanting more.

"More," I murmured, "please. More."

"Where do you need more, you greedy thing?"

"My pussy. Please. I need you in me." I squirmed as well as I could my world dark as I felt his hands against my ass.

He gave me another little spank. "Fuck, that's hot," he said. "You should see yourself, baby girl. With that cute little trainer plug in you. It's got a jewel on the end, and it makes you look so fuckable."

His voice dipped when he said fuckable, and I knew what was going to happen next, I didn't need to see to read him.

He slid his cock right into my pussy, no waiting, no gentleness. He slammed it into my body and made me arch my back like a madwoman. Fuck. It was so good.

I moaned as loudly as I could and just let myself feel. With both of my holes being so full, I didn't know how long I could last. He stretched every last part of me, made the pleasure real.

"Don't you cum, baby. Not yet. I wanna make you feel me. I want you to cum when the turbid liquid of my cock fills your insides, do you understand me."

"Uh-huh."

"I said do you understand me," he slammed his palm against my ass cheek, the crack of the spank ringing out in the bedroom.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." He grabbed my hips and slid himself into me over and over again, riding me hard as I gripped the sheets in my hands.

I was cuffed, but that didn't mean I couldn't hold on tight as he took me for a ride.

I swear I was on the cusp of coming when he pulled back and slowed. He could tell, I don't know how, but he could. "I told you, no coming. You will not cum until I do, baby. I want it to feel perfect."

I nodded then bit down as he continued his assault of my pussy, his cock filling me over and over again.

Finally, I felt him shaking, his hands pressing down hard on my ass. "Now, baby girl. Cum now."

And I did, I fucking came as hard as I ever have my body shaking as I screamed out in pleasure and pain. I needed this, needed it so bad.

His juices mingled with mine as we came together.

"Fuck, that was so good," he said as he pulled out of me, and uncuffed me. When I was finally free I sighed and curled up next to him, my mask still on.

"Let me get that off you, baby. I want to see your beautiful blue eyes," he said as he pulled it off me. When he looked into mine, he said slowly. "You are mine, and no one else's, do you understand?"

I nodded.

"I'll always protect you."

I fell asleep believing that.