Page 5 of Fated
“Yeah, I have been reading…stuff.” Please let a hole open up in the floor and swallow me up. God I would die if one of them asks me about the books I read.
“So is that what makes you nervous?” Sadie asks.
“Sort of. I think I am just shell shocked. I never thought it would be him, you know.”
“I see. So you have been thinking of our Mayor, have you?” I nod slowly, biting my lip, unable to vocalize this. “Now I get it. You can’t allow yourself to believe that he really wants you.” Damn Ada. Her insight is upsetting sometimes.
“I think you might be right.” Among other things.
“Girl, I cannot believe how much you haven’t picked up on. That man has been gone for you since day one.” Why does everyone keep saying that? What did I miss?
“Come on. Let’s get you some cute gloss to go with this dress and some sexy undergarments.” Shocked, I look at Hannah and she smiles back, shrugging her shoulders. “What? My husband likes naughty stuff under my clothes. I think it would help your confidence as well.” The rest of my sisters are all nodding their heads and on towards the lingerie store we go.
First let me say the feel of the lingerie is decadent, soft and sexy. That I will not contest. But, trying it on in front of my sister and watching them try theirs on, looking like runway models, was mortifying. All I kept seeing were the flaws and how I barely filled anything out the way they did. I finally picked one just so I could get out of there.
Now, I am in my room, packing my things, my mind a black hole of doubt and my hands itching to paint something, anything to fill the void. The problem is, I know it is not going to work right now and I need to sleep. I need to try to clear my mind and try to think good thoughts. At least that’s what mama used to say.
The Next Day
I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I am crazy to think I can do this. I have been repeating that in my head for the last hour. My sisters left the room after helping me fix my hair and put on my dress. They told me how beautiful I was and how happy they were, and I smiled like I believed them and in a way I do. But, the moment they walked out the room to make sure everything was set up, the sun that they brought with them, left with them and the clouds came.
I locked the door and have been stuck in the bridal suite as Lloyd called it, ever since. This morning my sisters and I arrived here since this is where the wedding is being held to see the backyard setup like a real wedding with an awning, and chairs everywhere. I think he invited the entire town and that I was not prepared for.
Barely able to breath, I begin taking my dress off. The stupid zipper in the back makes it almost impossible, but I manage to get it over my head. “Jesus, I can only take so much.” Startled, I gasp when Lloyd’s voice makes me turn swiftly. I stumble and back up, my heart almost on the floor. “Why are you taking your dress off, Rachel?” I am standing in front of the man who I am supposed to marry, in basically nothing. I am in something called a thong and a see through bra and where I would be hiding, I feel like I am preening. His gaze is intense and has not left my body. I can feel him looking me up and down, swallowing with each pass. “Answer me, Tink. Why are you not dressed to become mine?”
“I don’t think... I can’t.” He is in front of me in one stride, lifting my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“You don’t think you can what, baby? Marry me.” I nodding, walking back slowly as he pushes me up against the wall. “You don’t have a fucking choice, baby. I have waited weeks, weeks to finally have my way with you, and find my way inside of you. There is no turning back now. Do you feel this?” He presses his body against me, rubbing me in the right spot sending pinpricks of feeling through my body. My head hits the wall as I cry out from the sensation. Using it to his advantage, he kisses me, sliding his tongue inside of my mouth. “You taste like candy and whiskey, baby. Like my own personal alcohol.”
His hands slide under my thighs, and he lifts me from the floor. I wrap my legs around him and then he is grunting and humping me through my panties. “Lloyd.” My voice is shaky and weak.
“Yes, wife. Say my name again and finish soaking this scrap of lace. I want your thighs wet and coated when you walk down the aisle to me. I want you to feel how much I want you and you want me.” Oh I do, so much. My mouth is untrained and unsure, but I continue to follow his lead and buck against him. His jaw shows his veins, his attempt to hold on, but I can’t.
“Lloyd, I can’t stop it.” I tell him right before I scream into his mouth and wetness gushes from between my legs.
“Ah shit, Rachal. Soak my fucking pants with this virgin cunt. Ah fuck. This salty streak should be inside of you, putting my babies in you, but damn it I couldn’t stop.” Neither could I. He continues to hold me, both trying to catch our breath. My head is laying on his shoulder, my arms around his neck, holding him tightly. “Do you feel better, baby?” I nod, barely awake, but telling the truth. He flipped my doubts like a switch. I have never felt more desired or beautiful.
He lets my legs down but holds me up until I am steady. “Thank you.” I am not sure if I am thanking him for the ridiculously satisfying orgasm or for holding onto me until I found my feet. He smiles and kisses me.
“Always, baby. Now, get your dress on, walk your sexy ass down the aisle and say I do so I can spank you later for trying to run from me. Got it?” Oh boy. I just read a book like this and by the time I was done I was soaked everywhere.
“Yes. I got it.” He kisses me once more and walks out of the door. My sisters come back in, shocked at my state of undress, but they all begin giggling when they realize why.
“Girl let’s fix you again. That man sure is impatient.”
A few minutes, laughs and a brush later and I am ready to walk down the aisle. Something tells me I am not ready, however, for him.
ChapterFive
Lloyd
She is my wife. My wife.MINE.We have been married for all of twenty minutes and already I can feel the violence that is possession building inside of me. The wall I had so carefully erected around myself, giving her space and room to breathe when she first got here is no longer in place. The second she slipped that wedding band on my finger, it was demolished, turn to rubble and now I am stepping all over it.
The vows were short and quick, basic yet true. I made Alton do a traditional handfasting ceremony on account of my Celtic roots, but I had him use silk ribbon. Instead of taking it off when the blessing was done, he was instructed to tie between the both of us like a set of cuffs. Yes you heard me. My wrist is bound to hers right now as we speak, our marital bindings more physical than metaphysical. She can’t get more than a foot away from me before she is pulled back. I told you, possessed.
I have followed her dutifully around this reception, introduced her to people and walked with her as she has mingled with her family, but my fingers have been laced with hers the entire time. She gasped at first when she realized the tie was not coming loose, but when I entwined our fingers she seemed to relax. Men have been coming up to her, not in admiration but in welcome of course and I still have to repeat the wordsminein my mind over and over to stop myself from growling and pissing on her.
“Mayor Hollow.” My name is called, and I bring myself out of the jungle.