Chapter 114: The D-Day

Sophie

Braton wants me in leather straps or nothing at all and Lucien wants me in lace but both of them lose their mind when I am tied up. Not only had I picked out lingerie but I had my own surprises in store for them. I hired a shibari bondage artist with Hannah's help and scheduled her to tie me up into a neat little gift for them to devour on our wedding night.

"They aren't going to know what to do with themselves when they see you, Sophie." She said with a bright genuine smile on her face as we both looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I gave her a bright smile and went towards the cars with Timon and Jones on either side of me, letting me use their arms for balance as I moved across the house in my gown.

"Is anyone going to tell me where we were going?" I asked, only to receive silence in return.

My mind ran wild, trying to picture what the wedding ceremony would be like. Would there be a huge mass of people waiting? Would it be in a church? No, surely not in a church. Will they be at the altar waiting on me? Will they greet me at the door? Will it be inside or outside? It is dark out so maybe not outside?

I had voiced my concerns the night before about the legalities of being married to these two people. A question that both of them laughed at as if it was nothing. Our conversation replayed in my head as Timon drove me to the undisclosed venue.

'It is not legal, is it?' I asked.

'Not at all but that is not a problem.' Lucien said with a reassuring, yet mischievous smile.

'But it is illegal.' I repeated, enunciating the word which only made their smile grow wider.

'At what point did we give you the impression that we were law-abiding citizens?' Braton asked, making me realize what was going on.

'You will have all the legal documents that you need, sweetheart. Don't worry about that, we will take care of it.'

None of this was legal, none of this was normal but I didn't want normal. Nothing in my childhood had been normal, it had been extreme but I wanted to replace that extreme hurt and pain with the extreme joy and happiness of being married to Braton and Lucien, of being their wife.

Holy crap, their wife. That is what I am going to be. The car rolled to a stop in front of a high rise building and Timon helped me out of the car, leading me into the cool night air towards the door and to the elevator bank. He hit the button and gave me a knowing smile.

"Penthouse," he instructed once the elevator opened and dinged.

He and Hannah helped me get the back of my dress in the elevator and I turned to face them as the doors closed, giving them a nervous and giddy smile as I pushed the button. The doors shut them out of view and the elevator ascended, I clutched at my stomach, trying to control my own breathing as my adrenaline starts pumping and my palms started to sweat. I had waited all day and I had no idea what to expect. Their ability to build anticipation within me and use it for pleasure was unmatched and addicting and they had accomplished it yet again.