Page 30 of Morally Gray Daddies

“Yes, we are.” The words were barely out of my mouth before he turned in front of me, dipped low, and put his shoulder right in my stomach. “Gio!” I squealed his name as he lifted me up over his shoulder, my head going down at the same time. The press against my bladder made it ache, my legs clamping together in a vain attempt to keep from releasing.

As he started walking down the hall in ground-eating strides, I gasped as I bounced on his shoulder, reaching down to slap his back.

“Gio, stop! I really do have to go!”

He didn’t answer other than reaching up to pat my bottom. Red fury crossed my vision. If I peed on him, he would deserve it… but I didn’t think I could take the humiliation. Everything inside of me fought against the very idea of doing something so grotesque.

“I’m going to end up peeing on you,” I threatened, and it was not an idle threat. Every shift of his shoulder against my lower stomach made it harder to hold back my body’s natural needs.

“Then I’ll have good reason to punish you,” he replied amiably, patting my bottom again. The rat fink.

Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes, trying to breathe deeply through my nose and think about something else.

Anything else.

Thankfully, as fast as he was walking, it did not take long to reach our chamber, and he took me straight to the bathroom. My bladder was so full, so in need of release, I had my skirt up, panties down, and bottom on the porcelain seat before I realized he had not left the room.

No, my new husband was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, watching me.

Heat flooded my cheeks. I pressed my legs together, my insides aching from the effort.

“Get out!”

He smiled at me. It was not a nice smile.

“No.”

The heat in my face grew, and I could feel little beads of sweat clinging to my hairline as the effort to hold back the flood when I was already in position was becoming painfully difficult.

“You have to get out. Please.” I begged. It hurt my pride, but my bladder hurt more.

Gio’s smile grew.

“Sorry, babydoll, but you’ve already proven you can’t be trusted. For all I know, I’ll leave the bathroom, and you’ll shimmy out the window.” He jerked his head upward to a window I hadn’t even noticed. “You’ll just have to go in front of me.”

There was a glint in his eye, one that spoke of possession, of ownership. He might be speaking the truth about not underestimating my abilities again, but that wasn’t all this was about. He was enjoying my humiliation, enjoying his power over me.

That was the message.

Nothing was private to me anymore. Everything that was mine was his, including my body, even to this degree.

I whimpered because I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t hold it.

Closing my eyes against his smile, I felt a tear trickle down my cheek as I had to release my bladder while he watched, my humiliation complete.

Chapter Thirteen

Gio

My cock, already semi-hard from carrying my bride through the halls and anticipating our wedding night, rose to full interest as I watched the tear slip down her reddened cheek. The waterfall into the loo proved that she really had needed to use the facilities. It was not the act itself that aroused me but what it symbolized—how completely and thoroughly she was now mine.

From the ring on her finger announcing my claim publicly to this very intimate moment, which did the same to her privately, there was no escaping it.

And yet, I needed more. Wanted more.

As she finished, sniffling now, I stepped forward and picked up the new roll of toilet paper my aunt now preferred over the newspaper, tearing off a piece and balling it up.

“Spread your legs, babydoll.”

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