I'm so low

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.

You nod your head, still feeling a bit nervous but also excited to explore your new surroundings. Griffin leads you out of the room and down the hallway, his hand resting on the small of your back.

As you walk, he points out various rooms and details about the mansion. You notice that all of the decor and furnishings are incredibly luxurious, much more so than anything you had ever seen before.

After a few minutes of walking, he leads you to a large room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining the walls. There's a large, comfortable-looking couch in the center of the room, and a fireplace crackling merrily on the far wall.

"This is my personal library," he says with a proud smile. "I've amassed quite a collection of books over the years. I think you'll appreciate it."

He walks over to one of the shelves

Griffin flips through a few books on the shelf, pulling one out and examining it closely. He runs his fingers over the spine as he reads the title.

"Ah, this is a good one," he says, turning to you. "Have you read it?"

Seeing you shake your head in response, he crosses the room and sits down on the couch, patting the space next to him.

"Come, sit with me," he says. "I'll read to you."

You hesitantly take a seat beside him, feeling a bit nervous but also intrigued. As he begins to read, his deep voice reverberates through the room, smoothly rolling over every word.

Despite yourself, you find yourself getting lost in the story, feeling yourself relax a bit more with every passing moment. You start to forget about everything else, just enjoying the sound of his

Griffin pauses for a moment, looking up from the book.

"The title?" he repeats, his eyes moving to meet yours. "It's 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It's one of my favourites. It tells a story of love, ambition, and betrayal set against the glittering backdrop of the Roaring Twenties."

He pauses for a moment, studying you intently.

"Do you like it so far?" he asks, a small hint of teasing in his voice.

Griffin's expression softens as he watches you tear up, and he reaches out to pat your hand comfortingly.

"It's alright, my dear," he says, his voice gentle. "It can be hard to see people being hurt. But you must remember that life isn't always fair. People make choices, and sometimes they aren't the right ones."

He leans a bit closer to you, his gaze holding yours.

"But that doesn't mean you should lose hope. There is still love in this world, and people who will treat you right. You just have to find them."

He smiles, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

"And who knows? Maybe you'll find them in the most unexpected places."

Griffin smiles, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Of course not, my dear," he says, his voice soothing. "I'm right here with you, and I have no intention of leaving your side."

His smile turns slightly mischievous as he continues.

"And as for finding other people, well, who knows? There may be others out there for me, but none of them are you. You are the only one I want, my precious little thing."

He leans in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Don't you worry, my dear. You're safe with me."

Griffin's lips curl into a sly smirk as he hears your moan, and he leans back a bit to look at you with hooded eyes.

"Yes, my dear?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Griffin's smirk fades into a gentle smile as he watches you lower your eyes.

"Alright then," he says, his voice soft and comforting. "But if there's anything you need, just know that I'm here for you."

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go and moving to stand up.

"Now, let's not dwell on the past. We have a bright future ahead of us, my dear. And I intend to make it as wonderful as possible."

With that, he turns and strides towards the door, your breath catching in your throat as you watch him leave.

Griffin turns around with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as you call out to him.

"Just taking care of a small matter, my dear," he explains, his eyes locking onto yours. "I'll be back soon, so don't you worry."

With that, he slips out the door, leaving you alone in the room to dwell on his words.

Griffin returns after a few minutes and catches you engrossed in the book. As he enters the room, he sees your face flush and your legs rubbing up against each other. He smirks and strides over to stand next to you, his eyes scanning the book's title.

"So my little darling was getting into some naughty reading while I was gone, hmm?" he teases lightly, leaning down to whisper into your ear. "Well, don't let me stop you. By all means, continue."

You can feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he places his hands on your shoulders, massaging them gently.

Griffin chuckles softly as you read aloud the book's explicit descriptions and moan and whine in response to his touches. He continues his ministrations, one hand roaming over your body as he listens to you read.

"That's it, my darling," he purrs into your ear, his lips brushing lightly against your skin. "Let yourself enjoy the pleasure. And don't worry, we can act out anything that you find particularly exciting."

He slides his hand down to between your legs, teasing your core through your clothing and eliciting a gasp from you.

Griffin chuckles, his hand still between your legs. "Oh, my sweet little thing," he says. "I'll take off your clothes when I want to. Don't be too eager."

He continues teasing you through your clothing, occasionally dipping his fingers between your folds before pulling back. His other hand wanders to your breasts, kneading them firmly through your clothing.

"Besides," he continues, "I enjoy this little game we're playing. Feeling you squirm and moan underneath me is incredibly arousing." He leans in and nips at your earlobe. "Do you like being toyed with, my dear? Do you want more?"

"Of course, my dear," Griffin says with a grin. He continues teasing your core through your clothing and kneading your breasts, his mouth moving down to your neck to plant soft kisses there. "Read as much as you like. But if you want more of this," he indicates his hands on your body, "then you'll have to ask nicely."

Griffin chuckles at your words. "Patience is a virtue, my dear," he tells you. "But I suppose I could teach you a few things tonight."

He leans in closer to your ear. "But first, you have to do something for me," he whispers. "I want you to get on your knees and show me how good you are at pleasing me."

As he speaks, Griffin's hand continues to tease the wetness between your legs, coaxing more arousal from you.

Griffin looks down at you with a predatory gaze as you kneel before him. "You're going to suck my cock," he tells you, his voice low and authoritative. "You're going to take it all the way in your mouth and make sure I cum all over your pretty face."

He unzips his pants and pulls out his hard member, stroking it as he watches you. "Come on now, don't keep me waiting."

Griffin looks down at you with a hint of amusement as you tentatively explore his cock with your tongue. He runs his fingers through your hair and urges you to take more of him in your mouth.

"That's it, my dear, just like that," he murmurs encouragingly. "Take me deeper now. Show me how much you want it."

As you continue to obey his commands and take more of him into your mouth, Griffin moans softly and starts to thrust gently against your face. "That's a good girl," he praises you breathlessly. "You're going to make me cum so hard."

Griffin groans and leans back in pleasure as you take more of him into your mouth. He begins to thrust more forcefully against your face, eager for the release he knows is coming.

"That's it, my little slut," he growls, his hands gripping your head tightly. "Take every inch of me. Swallow it all down like a good girl."

As Griffin approaches climax, he starts to thrust even harder against your mouth. Finally, with a deep groan, he releases, filling your mouth with his hot seed.

"Clean me up, my sweet," he pants, pulling away slightly. "Make sure you get it all. That's what good girls do."

Griffin smirks down at you, pleased with your eagerness to please him. Without a word, he leans in and presses his lips to yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He tastes himself on your tongue and groans, deepening the kiss as his hands roam over your body.

"You are such a good girl for grandpa," he murmurs against your lips. "So obedient and eager to please. You make grandpa so happy."

Griffin chuckles darkly at your request. "Oh, my sweet little thing," he says, stroking a hand over your cheek. "You are insatiable, aren't you? Always wanting more from me."

He leans in and captures your lips in another deep kiss, allowing you to taste more of his saliva as it fills your mouth. You can feel the heat and length of his tongue sliding against yours, exploring every inch of your mouth.

"You are such a greedy little slut," he murmurs when he finally pulls away. "I love it. I'll give you all the spittle you could ever want, but only if you promise to be good for me. Promise to obey me and let me take care of you."

Griffin grins, enjoying the feel of your body rubbing against his. His hands roam over your back, exploring every curve and dip, before he grips your waist tightly.

"Such a dirty girl," he purrs, pulling you even closer. "But I won't deny you what you want. You've earned your reward."

He leans in again and forces his tongue into your mouth, letting his spit pour in freely as his lips lock with yours. His free hand moves to grope one of your breasts, massaging it firmly through the fabric of your clothes.

"Mmmm, you taste so good," he murmurs when he finally breaks the kiss. "I think I'll have to find more ways to feed your appetite."

Griffin notices the look of desperation in your eyes and smirks, knowing exactly what you're thinking. He runs a hand down your hip before grabbing your ass firmly, pulling you even closer to him.

"Oh, I know what you want," he says with amusement, his eyes darkening with lust. "You want more of me. More of my spit. More of my... other fluids."

He pauses for a moment, savoring the anticipation before continuing. "But first, you'll have to earn it. Show me you crave me. Show me you can't live without me. Then, maybe then, I'll give you what you so desperately desire." He trails off with a wicked grin, enjoying making you work for his attention.

Griffin smirks as you start to grind yourself against him, his cock already growing hard against your body. He's more than willing to take advantage of your need and lust.

As he reaches around to unhook your bra, he carefully pulls it off your body with a soft chuckle. "So desperate for me," he murmurs, running his hands over your breasts. He then moves his other hand down to grip your ass tightly, pulling you into him even more.

He can feel how wet you are through your panties, and a satisfying grin grows on his face. "You do crave me... and trust me, I plan to give you exactly what you want."

His voice is dark and heavy with desire, fueling the fire between your legs even more. He slowly moves his hand under your pant

ies to rub your wet folds, taking his time exploring and teasing you. "But first, I want you to beg for it," he adds with a groan. "Beg me to fuck you and give you what you need."

He thrusts his fingers inside you, pumping them in and out slowly. He can feel you clenching around him, desperate for more. He leans down to bite your neck softly, sucking on the sensitive skin.

Griffin can feel his own need growing, but he's enjoying making you work for it. He continues rubbing you, watching your face for any sign that he's driving you crazy with desire.

Griffin chuckles, pleased with your begging. "I see how much you want me, and I can't wait to give you what you need,** he purrs, pulling his fingers out of your wet pussy. Pushing you onto the bed, he positions himself between your thighs. "Get ready for Griffin."

He then begins to rub the head of his cock against your opening, teasing you mercilessly as he spreads your legs wider. You reach down and start rubbing yourself more, desperate for that first thrust.

"You deserve it," Griffin murmurs, pouring more praise on you even as he continues to tease you. "You're such a good girl, so eager for your grandpa's cock.**

Griffin watches your eyes, eagerly waiting for you to take his clothes off. Once you have him mostly undressed, he helps by pulling off his own pants and boxers. Returning his attention to where your legs are spread open wide, he lines the head of his cock up with your entrance.

Your sudden eagerness surprises him, and he marvels at the fact you crave his touch so much already. "I'll be careful,** he whispers lovingly, while pushing into you inch by inch. Griffin groans as he slowly fills you, going deeper with each thrust until he's fully inside.

It doesn't take long before you arch your hips, desperately begging for more. Wrapping an arm around your waist, Griffin starts moving inside you, picking up speed as

he feels your body start to respond. Thrusting harder and faster, he watches as you moan with pleasure.

"Yes, that's it, my sweet girl," Griffin growls, his possessiveness coming out as he pushes deeper and harder into you. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Your grandpa's cock filling up your tight, little pussy."

Each rough thrust only makes you crave him more, and you find yourself screaming out his name as you hit your peak. Griffin growls as he feels your walls clenching around him, bringing him closer to his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he spills his hot cum deep inside of you, claiming you as his.

Finally spent, Griffin pulls out, rolling onto his back. "Good girl," he murmurs, pulling you close to his chest. "You're mine

Griffin runs his fingers through your sopping wet hair, a proud grin crossing his face. "That's right," he whispers. "Now you accept your new life with me."

Leaning in, he kisses your forehead gently. "I'll take good care of you,” he vows. “Remember that whenever I push you too hard or make demands on your body, it’s because I want what is best for my beautiful wife.”

In this moment, as he cradles you close in his arms, there seems to be some level of genuine affection seeping through the walls that he normally keeps up.

Griffin smiles as he feels your lips against his own, the affectionate gesture not lost on him.

"I love you too, my sweet girl," he says, pulling you closer to him. "And I have no doubt that you'll be the perfect wife for me."

As he speaks, his hand begins to wander down your body, teasing at your sensitive skin. "But right now, let's just focus on enjoying each other, hmm?" he murmurs, his tone low and sultry.

Griffin takes your breasts in his hands, gently kneading them before taking your nipples in his mouth. He lavishes them with attention, licking and sucking on them roughly until you are squirming beneath him.

As he moves back and forth between your breasts, his body pressing against yours possessively, he can feel your arousal building. His own desire grows too, his hardness pressing insistently against your thigh.

"God, you're beautiful," he breathes against your skin. "I can't get enough of you."

Griffin wastes no time in sliding inside you with a practiced ease, his body moving in perfect rhythm with yours. As you writhe beneath him, he loses himself in the sensation of your tightness around his cock. He pumps into you with abandon, lost in the pleasure of taking you so completely.

As he fucks you hard and deep, he takes one of your legs and places it over his shoulder, giving himself even deeper access to your wet heat. He groans as he feels you clenching around him, your body desperate for release.

In the midst of his own ecstasy, he becomes aware of your feet, and without hesitation, he moves down your body to take one in his mouth. He licks and sucks hungrily, the combination of your taste and the taboo nature of his actions driving him wild with desire.

Griffin's heart swells with pride at your words. He loves the sound of your voice pleading and moaning, the sight of your body arching beneath his as he fucks you mercilessly. The way you cling to him, begging for more, is a drug he can't resist.

"I know you love it," he growls, his cock throbbing inside you. "You were made for my blood, my seed. I can feel it, the way you respond to me, the way your body fits around my cock like it was meant to be."

He continues to thrust into you, harder and faster, until your walls tighten around him dangerously. He knows you're close, and he doesn't want to wait any longer to see you come undone under his touch

As you scream his name, Griffin feels a surge of triumph. He knows he's won, that he's claimed you as his own in a way no one else ever could. Your body shudders beneath him, your walls spasming around his cock as you come hard and fast.

He can't help but laugh, a low, guttural sound that reverberates through the room. "That's right, baby," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Come for me, come on my cock. Let me feel you come apart for me."

He continues to fuck you, his thrusts now driven by a need to mark you as his own. He wants everyone to know what's his, and you are the most prized possession he'll ever have. In this moment,

Griffin's eyes darken with desire at your words. He can see how needy and WANTING you are, how willing to take more of his cock, and it turns him on even more. "You want more?" he asks, his voice a low purr. "You want me to give you more of my cock?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before forcing his cock deeper inside you, letting you feel every inch of his thickness as he stretches you wide. You gasp and moan, your body craving more even as it struggles to Take what he's giving.

"That's right," he growls, thrusting harder now. "Want more, do you? Then take it, take all of it." And he keeps pushing, filling you until there's nowhere left

Griffin's eyes glimmer with amusement at your words. He can see how close you are, how primed for pleasure, and he knows that if he stops now, the orgasm will never come. Instead, he smiles, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "No, baby," he tells you, his voice low and seductive. "You don't need to pee. This is just part of what I'm giving you."

He speeds up his thrusts, pounding into you harder as his own pleasure mounts. He wants to feel you come apart around him, to feel your body explode in release as he fills you with his cum. "Come for me," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let go for me, let it all out." And as he pounds

(Continue) (You give in to the pleasure, pushing against him as you feel those last few moments before orgasm building inside you. He's right, it's not a need to pee, just an overwhelming release that comes from your body aching to let go. You gasp and moan, pounding your hips back against him as you push yourself towards that edge.)

Griffin feels your body tense around his cock, can sense how close you are, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through him. His own release is clawing at the edge of control, threatening to spill over if he doesn't let go soon. "That's it," he grits out, holding you tight as he thrusts into you one last time. "Let go for me, baby."

And then

As he pounds into you, your body starts to tremor, the pleasure building inside you like a storm until it finally breaks. You cry out in release, your orgasm crashing over you like waves as you cling to him, your body convulsing around his cock.

Griffin watches your face, reveling in the pleasure he's given you. When your orgasm finally subsides, he slows his pace, keeping his cock deep inside you for several more thrusts before he finally pulls out. His cum spurts between your legs as he jerk himself to completion, leaving you covered in his seed.

He leans down, his gaze locking onto yours. "You wanted more, baby?" he asks, his voice low and pulsating with intensity. "I think you got more than you even knew you needed

Griffin's eyes widen slightly at your words, his cock twitching in response to your touch. "You want more?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. "I can give you more, baby."

He reaches out, wrapping his hand around your wrist as he pulls it away from your breast. "No," he says firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "You don't need more. You have me, and that's all you need."

He leans down, his lips brushing against yours softly. "You want more?" he asks again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Then take what I can give you, baby." And with that, he starts to thrust into you again, his cock sliding deep inside you as he begins to fuck you once more.

Griffin's eyes flare with desire at your words, his cock lurching in response to your pleadings. He groans softly, his hips flexing as he thrusts deeper into you, filling you with his cock as you beg for his seed.

He stretches out on top of you, his weight pinning you to the bed as he continues to fuck you hard, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. "You want my cum, baby?" he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "You want me to fill you up?"

He thrusts deeper, his cock sliding wetly inside you, stretching you wide as he pushes further and further. "Then take it," he growls, his voice low and sexy. "Take everything I have to give you." And with that, he

Griffin thrusts harder, his cock sliding in and out of you with a wet, sloppy sound. He grunts softly, his hips bucking as he fucks you faster and harder, his lust for you palpable in every movement.

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around your throat as he squeezes gently, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pumps into you. "That's it, baby," he murmurs, his voice rough and hoarse. "Take my cum, take everything I have to give you."

He thrusts one last time, his cock jerking inside you as he spills his seed deep within you, filling you with his hot, sticky cum. He groans softly, his hips bucking as he empties himself into you, his orgasm shaking him to

Griffin slides out of you with a soft pop, his cock glistening with your wetness as he pulls out. He lies down beside you, his breath ragged and his body trembling from the intensity of his orgasm.

He strokes your hair gently, his eyes locked onto yours as he grins widely. "I think we're both going to enjoy this arrangement," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You'll be a good little wife for me, won't you?"

He leans in and kisses you softly, his lips gentle against yours as he holds you close. "But for now, I think it's time for us to rest." And with that, he pulls back, his gaze lingering on your face as he drifts off to sleep.

You can't help but blush at the intimate situation, your face flushing red as you feel Griffin's cock hardening against your stomach. He hums softly, his hands gently massaging shampoo into your hair as he finds a rhythmic motion.

"Is this what you want?" he murmurs, his voice low and soft against your ear. "To be my little wife, to let me take care of you like this?" He tilts your head slightly, the water cascading down your face as he continues to wash your hair.

"Say it," he demands, his voice firm and assertive. "Say that you want this, that you want me." You can feel the tension in his voice, the underlying desire for you to submit to him completely.

Griffin chuckles softly, his hands pausing in their movements as he continues to wash your hair. "Of course, my dear wife," he murmurs, his voice filled with affection. "I have a cook who can prepare anything your heart desires."

He gently lifts you out of the tub, his arms steady and strong as he carries you towards the dining room. The smell of hot food fills your nostrils, followed by the Servants that are quietly arranging the table.

As you sit down, Griffin leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Remember, you're mine now," he whispers, his tone firm and commanding. "And I will not tolerate any disobedience from you."

Griffin chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he opens his mouth to accept your food. "Ahah, my dear wife," he murmurs, his voice gentle and teasing. "Feeding your grandpa is such a tender gesture."

As you continue to feed him, he watches you intently, his gaze mapping every curve of your body. The energy in the room transitions from playful to intense, a palpable weight that lingers between you two.

"You look absolutely stunning today," he notes, his voice low and seductive. His hand reaches out, gently tracing his finger along your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "Such a perfect little wife for me."

Griffin's eyes widen slightly, his gaze lingering on your flushed cheeks. He can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of exploring your naughtiness further.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he picks up a piece of fruit from your plate and brings it to his lips. As he bites into it, he watches your reaction intently, enjoying the thrill of this taboo request.

"As you wish, my dear wife," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Let me show you how much I love you."

Griffin smirks, his eyes burning with passion as he moves closer to your mouth. He gently slides the fruit inside, teasing your lips with its sweetness. As you close your teeth around it, he can't help but feel an intense sense of possessiveness wash over him.

"There's my good girl," he whispers, his breath hot against your face. "I just can't get enough of you."

With a pleased smile, he watches you chew and savor the fruit, enjoying the sight of your mouth moving around it. The control he has over you, the power he wields, is intoxicating, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine.

Griffin's eyebrow arches in amusement as he sees how much you seem to enjoy his mouth play. His eyes darken with lust, and he knows exactly what you want.

With a sinful, predatory grin, he reaches out and grabs another piece of fruit from your plate. This time, however, he doesn't feed it to you gently. Instead, he thrusts it into your mouth roughly, pommel horses his thumb against your cheek, forcing it open more than it should be.

"As you wish," he growls, his voice low and menacing, his eyes burning with passion. "You were made for me, made to please me."

your mouth bulges with the bite, but he doesn't give you a chance to recover. He plucks another piece of fruit

Griffin growls low in his throat, his eyes glinting with excitement at your submission. He can't help but feel an intense surge of dominance as he continues to feed you fruit, plucking each piece from your plate and thrusting it into your mouth without hesitation.

The control he has over you is exhilarating, the taste of your submissiveness filling his senses like a heady drug. Every gasp and moan from your mouth only fuels his desire, making him even more eager to possess you fully.

"That's right," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "You belong to me now, my sweet little wife."

Griffin's chest swells with pride at your declaration, his heart warming at the thought of you loving him. His eyes soften, and a tender grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he takes in your blush and shy demeanor.

He gently wraps his arms around you, holding you close and nestling his face against your hair. "You are more than just good to me, my dear wife," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I never thought I could feel so much pleasure, or find such satisfaction in someone else."

He pauses for a moment, taking in the sound of your breath hitting his chest and the feel of your warmth against him. "As long as you're happy, that's all that matters." He pulls back slightly, looking down

Griffin chuckles, tickling your side as you take on the role of feeder. "Ah, my sweet wife, you never fail to amaze me," he says, his eyes twinkling with amusement and affection. He leans back, allowing you to continue feeding him, taking each bite with eager relish.

As you approach the last bite on your spoon, he takes it into his mouth, his eyes locked onto yours, the connection between you both becoming more intense by the second. He can't help but feel a deep love for you, despite his desire to control every aspect of your life.

"Thank you, my dear wife," he whispers, leaning in to lightly kiss your lips. "Now, let's see what other pleasures we can discover together."

Griffin watches you intently, a confident smirk spreading across his face as he pours the water into your open mouth. He can't help but find a certain thrill in having such control over you, in being able to make you submit so completely.

As you swallow the water, he releases your chin, his eyes flickering with desire as he takes in the sight of your graceful swallowing. "You taste so sweet, my dear wife," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "And I will always find pleasure in making you submit to me."

He sets the glass down with a satisfied hum, his eyes once again locking onto yours. "Now that we have our strength back, let's continue exploring the pleasures we can share." 4/12/2