Page 108 of Subbing For Santa

“Either that or cum in his pants in front of everyone.” Shane laughs, standing next to his secret lover.

“Stop it.” I laugh, turning away from the mirror to face my friends. “You think he’ll like it?”

“Girl, if he doesn’t like it, then he needs a lobotomy.” Ben chuckles and Shane nods in agreement.

“Oh. I almost forgot.” Shane pulls out a gift-wrapped box. “He asked me to give you this.”

My grin spreads across my face as I accept the gift, excited to see what’s inside.

“Meet you outside in five minutes.” Ben calls as they turn and leave me in my bedroom.

I open the gift quickly, wondering what on earth Griffin could have gotten me. The moment I see it, a laugh bursts free, and I throw my head back, nearly dislodging my veil. My fiancé, and soon to be husband, gave me an insertable remote vibrator, similar to the one we used when I was subbing for Santa.

Like always with Griffin’s gifts, there’s a note, so I unfold it.

Today’s game is pleasing your husband.

Wear the toy or expect to be punished in a way you won’t enjoy.

I laugh again, dropping the note and taking the toy from its box.

“The things I do for you, Griffin Marx.” I say to myself as I hitch my ivory dress up and spread my legs. I use a little lube, being careful to avoid spilling any on my dress, and I slide the toy inside, putting it in place.

A knock on my door sends me into a scurry to pull my dress back down, and I stand up to take one last look at myself in the mirror, feeling a little emotional since I never thought I’d get to be a bride or wife.

Leaving my house, Shane and Ben walk me down to the Redfield Lake waterfront where the Marx women have spent the last few days decorating for our big day. When Gracie sees me coming, she tells everyone to take their seats and a moment later the hauntingly beautiful sound of cellos starts to play.

Griffin and I have remained living here at Redfield Lake over the last year. I’ve been living with him but have kept the rental to run my business and parties out of.

Things with his family business have been tense. There has been a lot happening in the area, and the Marx family have made themselves known to the locals to the extent that there have been some gang wars and murders between their competitors in certain trades.

Despite this, Griffin and I have done nothing but grow closer, and as I prepare to walk down the aisle towards the man of my dreams, I know without a doubt that there is no one on this earth that would even compare to him. He is my everything.

There are familiar faces in the crowd, three of which are sitting on my side of the aisle. I never thought I’d have many people sitting on my side, especially not my mum, sister, and niece. But after some encouragement, Griffin convinced me to reconnect with my mum and sister a few months back, and aside from letting Griffin into my life, it was one of the best decisions I ever made.

The majority of the guests are Marx family and crew, including Fallon, who still glares at me every chance she gets. She blames me for the demotion her dad punished her with, and while I’ve tried to not think too much about her anger towards me, I was relieved when she and Griffin finally started talking again a couple of months ago.

After Shane and Ben take their seats, turning back to offer me beaming smiles, I suck in a deep breath and prepare for my walk down the red carpet, strewn with rose petals.

I had considered having someone give me away, but since the only man I have ever belonged to is waiting for me at the altar, I knew the only person that needed to be walking the carpet today is me.

As I close the distance between me and Griffin, the moment I see the tears of happiness in my mum’s eyes, my own start to heat as they glass over. I quickly drag my gaze from her, turning my focus to the man I no longer run from, but towards.

Well, except when we do primal play. Then I run!

As I get closer, I realise Griff’s eyes are red with his own unshed tears, and I nearly lose it and ugly cry right then and there.

Thankfully, the gentle buzz deep inside me sends my tears packing, and I try to hide the little jerk my body attempts to make as the intensity increases.

“You look stunning.” Griff whispers as I step up to him, and I give him a strained smile. “Are you wearing it?”

“Yes.” I whisper through gritted teeth, and his grin widens.

“Atta girl.”

“Turn it off.” I hiss quietly and he sucks in his lips, trying not to laugh, before slipping his hand in his pocket.

I relax a moment later, when the vibrations stop just in time for the celebrant to start the service.

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