EroticReverie

Dove Delilah Windsor

The wedding takes place near a cliff on the beach, it's a beautiful ceremony. Though I cant truly appreciate it, because the entire time Im thinking of what I've done. What HE has done. Surely, he doesnt think that what we did is okay. I just...I'm confused. I dont understand my attraction to him, I dont know how I can be attracted to a man his age, or atrracted to my grandfather. Maybe I'm broken, and messed up. Maybe the way he spoils me and buys me things has my brain confused. Because he's not my grandfather, not really. Sure, by blood he is. But I havent known him until recently. So, my brain is confused, and doesnt understand that Im not supposed to find him attractive. 

I look down, and his pinky reaches out and strokes the hem of my dress along the side of my thigh. My head turns slightly and I look up at him, but he's looking ahead. Right, because you can't touch your grand daughter in public. I look back down at my lap, and now the back of one of his knuckles is stroking my tights below the hem. I swallow, and look forward. Then to the side. My eyes finding the man beside me, watching my grandfathers knuckle stroke my thigh. I jerk my leg away from my grandfather and the mans eyes lift. He couldnt be much older than my grandfather, but has silver hair as well, I was introduced to his him and his wife. Thomas? I think? I dont remember really. But the man smiles and gives me a wink, then looks forward. 

I sit there, trying not to fidget. Then the ceremony ends and everyone stands as the bride and groom walk down the aisle after their i do's and their kiss. Everyone politely claps and then the man to my side turns and I look up, but he's looking at my grandfather over my head. 

"Have a cigar with me before the reception." He says, and I catch him looking down at me breifly when he says it.

"No cigars." My grandfather says.

The man smiles , close lipped and looks down at me. My brows pinch because of how he looks at me. His eyes flick up. 

"After the reception then." He says to grandfather.

"No cigars." My grandfather says.

"Another time then?" The man asks. 

I watch my grandfather shake his head. 

"No. I've lose my taste for them." He says and the man hums and smirks and they're having some kind of secret conversation. 

"If you change your mind-"

"I won't." Graham says and the man smiles then looks down at me. His wife peeking around him, at me, at my grandfather. She smiles slightly, but then looks away. 

"Well Dove, it was nice to meet you. Save me a dance." He says, and takes my hand and goes to lift it. But my grandfather slides his hand behind me, grabs my waist and tugs me to his side.

"Careful Tolland." My grandfather says. Right Tolland. His last name. Not Thomas. 

"Touchy." the man says, with a teasing tone and then looks at me and then turns as the guests start exiting the rows of chairs. 

My grandfather walks us around, and he takes two champagne flutes off of a tray and hands me one.

"Here sweetheart." he says and I take it, looking at the bubbles dance in the glass. I look up at him. 

"I'm eighteen." I say. 

"It's champagne Dove, it doesn't count." He says with a smile and tips his glass to mine. 

I'm introduced to several more people, some giving me the same vibes as that Tolland guy, looking at me a bit too long to be friendly or simply curious or observant. Some seem normal. But quite a few of them don't. 

"Cigar?" Another man asks and my brows pinch. Because he says it while looking at me, and holding his arm around a girl much younger than him, but a little older than me. 

"No thank you." My grandfather says.

The man seems put off by this. 

"Maybe you misheard, I asked if you want a cigar." the man says again. 

"I heard you. No cigar." My grandfather says and I feel my brow lift, what the hell was all this cigar talk? 

My grandfather places his hand at my lower back and guides me away and towards our designated seating at one of the tables. Once we're sat, and other start to take their seats as well to watch the first dance between the bride a groom. I lean over , my hand on my grandfathers shoulder. He turns, and I see him smile as I crook my fingers for him to lean down closer. He leans to the side, letting me have his ear.

"What does having a cigar mean?" I ask, my curiosity killing me. Then he turns his head slightly, looking me in the eyes. I just blink, waiting for my answer. He turns his head slightly. 

"It means they want to swap, or buy." he says sounding annoyed and goes to sit back up right. 

I grab his shoulder and pull and he lets me. 

"Swap and buy what? Cigars?" I ask and he seems amused and looks at me.

"no Dove." he answers. 

"Then what?" I ask quietly and he smirks and looks at my mouth. Then my chest. Then my lap. And my legs. 

Just when I think he's not going to answer me, I realize, he IS answering me. 

I suck in a breath when I realize what he's telling me. 

"Me?" I ask, offense clearly in my tone. 

He nods. "Yes you." 

"That's.....I'm not a hooker." I hiss. 

He grins. "No Dove, you are not." 

"You ...traffick women?" I ask and he nearly chokes on his champagne. 

"What? Absolutely not." He says and turns to me more. 

"normally the women I bring with me to such events or gatherings, are....paid for their company. Sometimes other men like to ...exchange for awhile.With their wives, or their own paid company, or simply just pay to borrow them for awhile." he says. 

"You buy hookers?" I ask and realize I've asked too loud when his jaw ticks and he smiles politely at the others sitting down at the time. 

"No Dove. I pay escorts, professionals that I pay for their company so I don't have to go through the trouble of an actual date." he says.

"But you....you have sex with them." I say. His lips tip upward in amusement.

"Sometimes." He says and leans in and his facial hair scratches at my cheek as he whispers in my ear. 

"Only when they are really good girls." He whispers and I swallow and he pulls away and smiles. 

My grandpa bought hookers. And fingers his own grand daughter. What the hell else did he do? 

"They think I'm an escort?" I ask. 

"No....I've introduced you as my grand daughter." He reminds me.

"But....so they think....you'd sell me to them? As your grand daughter?" I ask. 

He looks at me and smiles. 

"Men sell their wives, their daughters, nieces." He says and waves a hand as my jaw drops, as if this is just a normal fucking thing. 

"Why?" I ask. 

"Because we're rich, and bored." He says. 

"You're.....you can't sell me." I say and he cocks his brow. 

He then lifts his arm, reaches it over the back of my chair and leans in. Bringing his mouth back to my ear.

"There's no putting a price on a pussy as tight as yours Dove." he says and I almost choke on my own saliva as I sputter. 

"But make no mistake...I can do anything I fucking please...you're just lucky that what I please, doesn't involve anyone laying a single fucking finger on my Pretty Dove." He lets his nose brush my ear.

"Now be a good girl and kiss my cheek." he says and I pull back and look at him. He grins slightly and cocks his brow slightly. 

I bring my mouth to his cheek and press my lips to it. He smiles and then leans away, sitting up right, he arm still over the back of my chair, but I feel his hand reach for my head, placing over my bow gently, stroking it and then slipping his hands through my hair and around my neck, his long fingers reaching aroud my throat on the side, and I feel one of his fingers , toy with the silver dove that rests above my collar bone. 

I look up at him, but he's put his eyes on the dance floor as the bride and groom keep dancing. And his fingers gently toy with my skin and my necklace, grazing my skin and then gripping the back of my neck, his thumb gently rubbing the side of my neck and I squirm slightly in my seat. I can feel the possesiveness of the hand at the back of my neck. My eyes floating around the room, a few eyes from our table on my grandfathers hand on the back of my neck, and the thumb that keeps stroking up and down the side. 

Other are told to join the bride and groom for the next dance, and my grandfather stands and I look at his hand as he holds it out.

"Come on pretty Dove." he says and I slip my hand into his and he smiles, taking me to the floor and then sliding his arm around me, and pulling me close to him, as I lift my chin to look up at him. He swings his arm down and around my lower back and I let out a tiny little squeak as he lifts me off my feet and then puts me back down, making me stand on his feet. He smiles and slides his hands onto my waist, gripping it firmly. My hands reaching up as I push onto my tip toes and slip my hands behind his neck. 

He smiles down at me as he starts to move side to side while turning in a circle. I just look up at him, as he looks down at me. HE grabs my one hand, holding it out, clasping our hands together. His other arm wrapping around my back as he holds me to him, still on my tip toes. It was cute, probably something a normal grandfather would do. But he wasnt a normal grandfather, clearly. 

When the song ends and we've spent the last three minutes just staring at one another. He lifts me against right off my feet, my body pressed hard to his as he hips his head down, while my arms wrap around his neck as I just dangle there against him. His mouth coming to the side of my face, kissing my cheek then placing his mouth to my ear.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight Pretty Dove?" He whispers and I feel my breath hitch. But I nod. 

"mmm" he hums and then kisses my cheek and lowers me with a smile. 

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We only stay at the reception for a few hours , then the limo picks us back up.

And there, in the back seat of the limo, my grandfather repeats exactly what he did on the earlier drive. Kissing me, while fingering my pussy, kissing me while rubbing my clit, and telling me how pretty I am, how wet how tight. He makes me cum as he whispers in my ear what a good girl I am. 

"Grandpas going to put his cock in you tonight sweetheart" he tells me. 

I dont object, but I dont know if I even want to. Was I really going to let my grandfather be the one to take my virginity? 

"say , yes Grandpa" he groans as he kisses on my neck as I still breathe hard from my just spent orgasm. 

"y-yes grandpa" I breathe. "yes Grandpa."