He had nodded at me and pulled me into his bedroom where I told him that I couldn’t marry him until I told him what had happened to me. In our entire relationship he had never pushed for information. He knew there was a trauma, and he knew it had resulted in a child, but he had never asked the details, but I didn’t feel right agreeing to marrying him without filling him in.
And I did. Every detail, as he listened patiently and quietly and soaked in my words. He cried a few tears with me and there was more hugs than I could count. I explained to him that’s why I wasn’t ready to sleep with him, and he kissed my lips and told me he would wait forever if that’s what it took, and that’s when I knew there was nothing more in this world that I wanted than to marry him.
We both walked out of the room holding hands, my left hand weighed down just slightly by the new jewelry dangling from it. Both kids eyed us, and I watched as both sets of eyes trailed down my body to my new decor and back up again. They knew I had said yes.
I turned off the faucet and stepped out, wrapping the towel around me. This was it. In a few hours I would officially be Mrs. Boyd. I could truly leave my past behind me and walk into the future with Gregory, Sarah, and Cadence, and live the life I should have been leading the day before I turned eighteen.
Chapter Four
The Vows
“It is with great honor and happiness that I introduce to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Gregory Boyd.”
The pastor spoke directly behind me, but the cheers and applause coming from my friends and family had already cascaded over the bliss surrounding me, drowning him out. I was married. I was a married woman. If you had asked me where I saw my life two years ago, this would not have been my response. The shock hit me so fast, I almost lost my balance coming down the aisle, but as always Gregory was there to hold me up.
I looked up at him, love pouring from my eyes, mixed with a few tears. “I love you,” I shouted over the cacophony around us. He smiled and leaned down, whispering in my ear, “I love you too.”
The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Pictures were done, dancing, dinner, more dancing cake, and even more dancing. I had never felt such happiness in my entire life. I didn’t want the evening to end, and when the last guest left, leaving only my mom, Gregory, the kids and I alone, I finally sat down and took in the day. It had been a monumental step for me, and one that effectively changed my life.
“Mom, thank you again for taking the kids for the next week while we go out of town for our honeymoon,” I said, pulling off my heels, moaning in gratification.
She chuckled,” Well I officially have two grandkids, and they need to know what it’s like to spoiled by another Nana.”
“Mom, you’ve been spoiling them since the day you met them, “Gregory laughed, leaning down to kiss her cheek.”
“You know, son,” she laughed, emphasizing the word son,” you’re right, but I don’t care. We have a fun week planned!”
I could tell my mom was excited, and I was happy for her, but I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes.
“You two don’t have too much fun while you’re away. Cadence, Sarah. Are you both ready to go?” She called to the kids, waving them away from the dessert bar Gregory had to have.
I watched as they both ran over, each hugging one side of their new grandma. “We’re ready Grandma,” they both said in unison.
“Now we talked about this kids. Call me Nana. Grandma makes me sound old,” she playfully scolded.
“You are old, mom,” I said, making everyone laugh.
Gregory wrapped his arms around me as we watched three of our favorite people walk away and get into her car. We spent the next hour collecting gifts and putting them in my car, tipping out the waitstaff and making sure there was nothing we forgot before getting in our own respective cars to drop everything off at home and heading to the airport.
The entire drive home was mind blowing, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the rock on my hand. I was now Mrs. Boyd, and my life was finally starting.
After unloading we called an Uber to take us to the airport and a few hours later we landed in New York City. I had been exhausted and slept most of the plane ride but stepping out of the doors at JFK and being greeted by the city lights, my exhaustion was a distant memory.
“Well, it’s almost midnight, my love,” Gregory pointed out. “How about we get to the hotel and check in and we can do some early morning sightseeing, if you’re up to it?”
I nodded at him the lump in my throat getting bigger. This was it. The night of our honeymoon. He had told me time and time again there was no pressure, but I would be damned if I didn’t end my evening being pleasured and pleasuring the man who had brought me so much happiness. Tonight was the night, and I was going to make sure it was perfect.
Chapter Five
The Honeymoon
I groaned, emptying my suitcase. My maid of honor, Emma had been in charge of packing my bag and clearly, she wanted me to have a good time. Every piece of lace and silk I pulled out was skimpier than the last and I was beginning to think she hadn’t packed me any other clothes. As of right now, my sightseeing would consist of me in either my wedding dress, my reception dress or lingerie. None of those were a viable option.
“You ok in there?” Gregory called through the door.
“Except that I’m going to kill Emma, everything is grand,” I laughed.
Pulling out another set, I gave it a second look. It was teal and lacy, but it wasn’t quite as revealing as some of the other items. Taking off my towel, I pulled on the lingerie and looked at myself in the mirror. Not half bad I thought. It was a baby doll cut and it accented everything in all of the right places. My cleavage stood out and it was short. I wouldn’t go out to the club in it, but I also didn’t feel like a hooker. This was perfect.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out. Gregory’s back was to me and I admired him from afar. His shirt was already removed, revealing his toned and tanned back, tattooed wings with his children's name on each shoulder blade. I could tell his slacks were unbuttoned by the way the pants hung, and he had run his fingers through his long hair a few times. He was mouthwatering, and I prayed, right then and there that my past wouldn’t ruin this night.
As if in slow motion, I watched as he turned around and took me and my new garment in. His breath hitched, as did mine, and we both just stared for a few minutes.
“You look stunning my love,” he whispered, walking towards me, his arms outstretched going around my waist.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, my heart rate accelerating. I didn’t know if it was his proximity, or the knowledge of what was to come.
He put his fingers under my chin and lifted me face to catch my eyes. “Don’t ever be nervous around me, my love. We do this at your pace in your way.”
A single tear fell from my eye as I got up on my tiptoes and my lips connected with his in a fiery kiss that made me weak in the knees. “I want this, Gregory. I have never wanted anything more.”
After the invitation left my lips, I felt my feet leave the floor. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, turning and laying me down on my back. “You’re perfect, Hayley. You’ve always been perfect. I knew from the first day I laid eyes on you.”
His lips slammed into mine, his tongue finding its’ way into my mouth. Instinctively my legs wrapped around his waist, needing to pull him closer to me. He kissed my lips with an intensity I had never felt from him. Raw, hot, fire cascaded down my body as he untangled our lips and continued placing gentle kisses down my cheek, my jaw and down my collarbone. When I brought my hands down to run them through his hair, he grabbed them both in one hand and pinned them to the bed above my head. I could feel the tiny panties I was wearing getting increasingly more wet with each kiss he administered, and I squirmed underneath him.
“The day I saw you in the diner, I knew I had to have you,” he said, using his other hand to pull down
the cups of the nighty, exposing my full breasts to his eyes.
“Diner?” I panted, my brain fuzzy and clouded with lust. “We met the club.”
“Mmmhmm,” he said, taking a nipple into his mouth, my body arching into him. “You looked so beautiful. So appetizing,” he continued, “I knew I needed you.”
Moaning, I tried to pry my hands away. I wanted to touch him, but he had me locked in his grasp.
Still lapping at my exposed nipples, I felt his other hand caress the fabric down my body until it finally reached its destination. My soaked panties. I tensed for a brief moment before the insecurity passed and I relaxed to his touch.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “Feel me. Feel my body. Feel the sensation and pleasure I’m going to give you.
His words were an aphrodisiac to my soul, and I moaned, arching and squirming underneath him. Wanting something I never thought I would want again. “Please, Gregory, please, I need you,” I begged.
“I know you do, my love, but be patient. We have our entire lives.”
I felt rather than saw him grip my panties and pull, easily ripping them from my body and placing them on the bed next to us. “Do you remember the first time I touched you Hayley? I’ll never forget it.” He asked, his fingers finding the moist sensitive flesh between my legs, parting my pussy and slowly sliding one finger in.
I wanted to answer but the sensation was too good for words. I did remember the first time we touched, when he took my hand and led me to the dance floor, but I just couldn’t make the words form on my tongue.
“I can see you remembering it, although I think our stories may not match,” he chuckled.
Confusion crossed across my eyes for a split second, until a second finger entered me, Gregory’s thumb grazing my clit, making me shiver. My eyes rolled back and shut as I felt his large fingers lazily penetrating the very center of me. If this is what I was missing, I was really an idiot.
“The first time I touched you, I felt sparks,” he said, pulling his fingers out of me and using his only fee hand to pull down his pants. ”I knew that I wanted forever, I just had to make sure you did too.”
“I did, Gregory, I did, oh God, please I need you,” my panting voice pleaded.
He freed my wrists and stood to remove his pants all the way, kicking them to the side and picking up his discarded tie. “Your body was so warm that night, and I knew you felt the same connection I did.”
I nodded at him as he descended on me again, his tie dangling from his hands. Something prickled in the back of my brain, but I ignored it. I needed this man to show me what true passion was, overriding the only memory I had ever had, and I refused to let my own nightmares ruin this moment.
“You were hesitant at first, but I knew with enough time, I could make you see that I was the one for you,” he whispered, pulling my lingerie up and over my head, revealing my naked body. The urge to cover myself was strong, but I fought it.
He gazed upon my flesh with hunger in his eyes, his fingers lightly touching the few remaining stretch marks from my pregnancy.
“I wish I could have been there,” he said on a whisper. “I wish I could have helped.”
His words confused me, but his tender actions made my heart jump. I reached my hands out to him, inviting him to my body. Once again, I found my wrists locked above my head by his left hand, and I marveled at how he was able to lock them both with only one of his. At six foot four, I knew he towered over me, but it wasn’t until this very moment did I realize how much truly bigger he was than me.
His body covered mine, warmth from his naked flesh mingling with my own. I could feel his cock on my belly as he kissed my lips again. I wanted him inside of me and I bucked against him, letting him know.
“My, my, Hayley Marie Boyd. Someone is impatient.
I nodded at him, grinning wide.
Without letting me go, he reached down his hand and positioned himself at the entrance of my cunt and waited.
“Do you remember the very first thing I said to you, Hayley?” He looked me in the eyes and asked.
“You asked me to dance,” I whispered.
“No, my love, the very first thing I said, I’m going to say to you again. Listen carefully.”
I looked in his eyes and waited for him to refresh my memory.
“Scream, and I’ll fucking kill you.”
Chapter Six
The Secret
He pushed into me and my body accepted him willingly, my mouth opening on a gasp. Everything happened so fast and yet so slow, I didn’t think I had heard him right. The pleasure surrounding me was ferocious and feral, and my body acted on instinct, but my mind was confused, and tried desperately to override the lust and pleasure coursing through me.
As soon as I tried to speak, I watched as Gregory picked up my discarded panties and shoved them into my mouth. “No talking, bitch,” he yelled at me, picking up the pace as he fucked me. He had never spoken to me that way before and my heart hurt until my brain kicked in,
The passion and lust coursing through me was gone, an icy bucket of water thrown on me, as realization started to dawn on me. The first time I met him was not in the club at all. Gregory wasn’t just the man who asked me to dance one year ago, he was the man who had raped me eleven years ago. I could feel my stomach turn and instant nausea set in. How was this even possible?
“Yes, there it is. You’re starting to remember aren’t you. You remember the shape of my cock. You remember the way it felt inside of that tight cunt. You remember how much you loved me pouring my cum deep inside of you. No, don’t speak,” he said covering my mouth with his hand, “I already know.”
With all of my might I pulled at my wrists trying desperately to be free of his grasp, but he was just too big. The tears fell hot and heavy from my eyes as my worst nightmare became a reality. The man I had fallen in love with, the man I had given my everything to, the man who had pulled me from the darkest pits of despair, freeing me from my own seclusion, was the one who threw me into it in the first place.
I tried fighting again and this time managed to free one hand, only for him to grab the tie next to him and bind my wrists together above my head, to the best post. There was nothing I could do.
“I’ve waited so long to get back into this delicious cunt. Eleven years you made me wait. For months, I had to watch from a distance as you barricaded yourself from the outside world. No social media, no job, no hobbies, and then finally you emerged to give birth to our son,” he grunted, thrusting inside of me, his eyes wild with rage.
“How could you give up our baby boy? How could you do that? I gave him to you. I put him in your womb and you just discarded him like trash. Do you know how hard it is for a single father to adopt a child?” He asked, my eyes opening, the tears flowing freely. “I had to pull every string I had to adopt my own son. Do you know how badly it hurt that you threw away my gift to you?”
Another realization flashed behind my eyes. Cadence was actually my son.
“Yes, my love. I have our son. We have our son. We are a proper family now. Just like it should have been all of those years ago.”
His words were calm, as his body ravaged mine for the second time in my life. This time though I was older, wiser, and I had a plan for something like this happening. My therapist said it wasn’t healthy for me to come up with a plan in case I got raped again. It was unlikely, but if she could see me now, I bet she would be eating her own words.
I mumbled through the gag, hoping he would take it out and listen to me.
“Are you going to scream, my love?” He asked, his hips grinding into me slower.
I shook my head. I had no intentions of yelling. He thought for a moment and then pulled out my panties.
I licked my lips, trying to rehydrate them as he watched me, slowly thrusting into me. He was ready to shove them back in at a moments notice, but I had no intentions of screaming, at least, not right now.
I took a deep breath, my
unspoken words already tasting of bile on my tongue. “Thank you for saving our son,” I whispered, hoping the shake in my voice didn’t give away my disingenuity.
I could tell he was taken aback, but a smile came across his face as he accepted my words.
“You’re welcome my love. He was a vital part of my plan,” he said, his cock slamming back into me.
“Plan?” I asked, curious, my body still responding and betraying me as he continued grunting and fucking my tight hole.
“Yes, Hayley. We couldn’t be a family if we didn’t have our child.”
The vomit rose up in my throat, but I pushed it down. This man had been stalking me for eleven years. He had raped me, pushed me into seclusion, and then tricked me into falling in love with him. The sick part was. I did love him. Even now. I loved him, and I hated him. His body clearly knew mine and it was turned on by his, but my mind was repulsed. I could feel my entire soul ripping into two parts.
“Release my hands, Gregory,” I whispered as seductively as I could.
He grinned, knowing that he was still much stronger than me and would have no problem tying me back up if he needed to. Reaching above me, he freed my hands, and I immediately gripped his back, pulling him closer to me, my nails digging into his flesh like a hot knife in butter.
“Fuck me, Gregory. Fuck me,” I whispered into his ear.
And he did. For hours he took what he wanted, and I played the dutiful wife, accepting his cum, moaning when appropriate and faking orgasm after orgasm. Part of the way through, my head shoved deep into the pillow as he fucked me from behind, I almost laughed. I had never known what a proper orgasm was, and just a mere twenty four hours ago I was excited that maybe this night I would learn what it felt to be in total bliss. The irony was not lost on me.
Hours later, cradled in his arms, Gregory fell asleep, his soft snores vibrating through my body. The shock still sat heavy on my heart, but a new feeling was building within me, and with every twitch of his finger, with every sound of breath from his lips, with every heartbeat against my back, the anger boiled and fumed, begging to be set free. But I was patient. I would wait until the right opportunity was upon me and then I would strike. Never again would I let any man, violate my body again. This time, I was in control, and one way or another, I would make Gregory pay for what he did.
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