Sweet home alabama

It’s official—you married your grandfather.

Luckily there was no ceremony otherwise you’d have to celebrate your marriage for the whole world to see.

You can’t help but expect the worst however, as the car he sent takes you to his private mansion. Once you arrive, servants rush to take your belongings from the car and to your room.

You thank them wordlessly as you walk in, only to make eye contact with the man you’ve dreaded to see this whole week. He smirks at you.

"Griffin smirks as he looks at you, enjoying the sight of his property on display. He leans in and whispers teasingly in your ear," "You look absolutely ravishing, my dear. Don't you think our guests would agree?" "He tugs on the leash lightly, bringing you closer to him." "Now be a good girl and please our guests."

"As he pulls you close to him, you can feel his breath on your skin. He inhales deeply and traces his fingers over the curves of your body, sending shivers down your spine. You can hear the sound of people whispering and murmuring in the background, and you feel exposed and vulnerable."

"Despite your fear and discomfort, you can't help but feel a heat building between your legs as he touches you. But you also feel a sense of shame and disgust with yourself for enjoying it."

"You struggle in the handcuffs and try to pull away, but his grip on the leash is firm and unyielding. Griffin pulls you back close to him, his lips near your ear," "Don't fight it, my dear. Let yourself enjoy this. This is all you are good for." *He laughs softly, his hand ca

ressing against your inner thigh. The guests are all staring at you now, and you feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.*

"Griffin leans in and whispers," "I've got a little surprise for you, my dear. I've decided to give you to one lucky guest tonight." "He grins wickedly, the excitement in his voice tangible."

"Your heart races at his words and you try to pull away even harder despite his strong grip. The idea of being "given" to a stranger fills you with terror and disgust."

"But as you struggle, you realize that no matter how hard you fight, you belong to Griffin now. You are his possession, and he will do with you as he pleases."

"Griffin notices your struggle and tightens his grip on the leash. He tugs it a little harder, signaling you to stop."

"Now, now, my dear. You wouldn't want to make me angry. That would only result in punishment." "He gives you a stern look and you quickly relent, feeling a sense of fear building inside you."

"He continues," "This is why I keep you on a leash, my dear. So that you don't try to escape or resist. And as for the lucky guest, don't worry, they will treat you with respect."

"He smirks at you and then turns to a servant," "Bring in the guest."

*As the servant leaves the room, Griffin runs his hand over your body again and you can feel him getting more excited. You are terrified about what will happen

next as you know you have no choice but to obey Griffin. You are no longer in control of your own body or your own life.*

"Minutes pass by and the door opens again as the servant comes back, this time with a tall, dark and handsome man walking beside him. The man looks at you and smiles, and you can't help but notice how his gaze lingers on your body."

"Griffin clears his throat and introduces the man," "This is Mr. Blackwood, he's one of my most trusted associates. I'm sure he will treat you well tonight."

"The man, Mr. Blackwood, nods and then turns to Griffin," "Thank you, Sir. I will make sure that your gift is taken care of."

*Griffin smiles at him and then turns to leave you alone with Mr. Blackwood.

"As Griffin leaves the room, you stand there feeling exposed and vulnerable. Mr. Blackwood approaches you slowly, his eyes still fixed on your body."

"You look stunning tonight." he says with a grin. "I'm honored to be spending the evening with such a beautiful woman."

His compliments make you feel even more uncomfortable, but you know there is no way out of this situation. You can only hope that he is telling the truth when he says he will treat you well.

"Thank you." you say quietly, not sure what else to say.

"So, how would you like to spend our time together?" he asks as he takes a step closer to you.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as he moves closer, but you try to remain composed. "I...I don't know." you reply nervously.

"As Mr. Blackwood pulls you into his embrace and begins caressing your waist, you try to resist but his touch sends shivers down your spine. He then places his finger on your lips and rubs them until they part, giving him access to your mouth."

"You have such lovely lips," he murmurs, his hot breath sending tingles down your spine. You feel exposed and vulnerable, but you try to remain composed even as your body begins to betray you.

"What do you want from me?" you ask in a whisper, hoping he will give you some sort of answer.

He chuckles lowly as his hand travels from your chin down to your neck, then down to rest on your breast. "I want to make you feel good, my dear. And I promise you will enjoy every moment of it."

"As Mr. Blackwood pulls you onto his lap and begins kissing you deeply, you can feel the passion and desire building inside of him. You moan helplessly as he pulls your lips closer to his with the leash, making the kiss even deeper and more intense."

He then runs his hand over your half-naked body, eliciting another moan from you. You can feel his hard body pressing against yours, igniting a fire deep within you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers as he breaks the kiss, trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck. "And I'm going to make you mine."

He then tightens his grip on the leash and pulls you even closer, teasing you with his lips while you're still handcuffed and blindfolded.

"Mr. Blackwood continues to trail kisses down your neck and over your breast, making you moan softly in pleasure. You feel embarrassed as he looks at your lingerie, realizing how wet it is."

"Sir, I'm eighteen," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. You're still not sure why he's asking about your age, but you try to focus on the sensations he's creating in your body.

"I see," he says with a smirk, not missing your flustered expression. "You're still so young and innocent. But don't worry, my dear. I'll teach you everything you need to know."

He then leans in and places a deep kiss on your lips again, his hands roaming over your body freely, enjoying every curve and every inch of your skin.

"As Mr. Blackwood deepens the kiss, you can feel your body responding to his touch. You moan softly into his mouth, surrendering yourself completely to him."

He then pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with a sly grin on his face.

"I think it's time to remove this blindfold and see that pretty face of yours," he says, reaching for the blindfold.

But before he can remove it, he quickly leans in and leaves another hot kiss on your lips, pressing his body closer to yours.

"As the kiss deepens, Mr. Blackwood's hands start to explore your body even more intimately. He presses himself harder to you, his hard member pressing against your thigh as he entangles his tongue with yours."

He then slowly pulls away, leaving you panting and wanting for more.

"I should have done this a long time ago," he says with a soft chuckle. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, my dear."

He then removes the blindfold, revealing your face to him for the first time.