Writing Dump

The tea room was unlike anything Vivian had ever seen. She had always hoped to travel to New York, where businesses like this still exist, but this was even better. The tea room's building used to be a warehouse, judging by its facade, painted with several murals that warped with the corrugated metal siding. A sign hanging over the double wooden doors told them this place was called The Chat-Tea Cafe.

On the inside, you could not tell that this place was once a warehouse. Thanks to the resin covering it, the concrete flooring sparkled in a shifting sea of soft browns and dark whites. Wooden panel walls covered the building's metal siding, which would have muted the lighting if not for the hundreds of sparkling fairy lights.

The hostess led them to the second floor, where many of the catwalks had been connected and reinforced by the columns littering the first floor. Vivian was in awe as she noticed the booths up here were sectioned off by entire walls and adorned with garlands of all kinds.

Their booth was soft yellow and decorated with fake hydrangea garlands. Greyson ordered a tea service with five different flavors and two trays of finger sandwiches. Vivian's eyes were still roaming over the restaurant as she marveled at its beauty.

"I had a feeling you would like this place," Greyson said as they waited for their food and tea. Vivian turned to him, smiling brightly. She reached across the table for both of his hands and squeezed them tightly in hers.

"This place is a dream come true for me, Greyson. I don't just like it; I love it," Vivian retorted as his thumb brushed along hers. That warm and unfamiliar feeling blossomed high in her chest as he smiled just as brightly as she was.

"I'm thrilled to hear that." He lifted their hands to his lips and kissed hers gently.

"You know this makes me want to redecorate my room," she mused as her eyes drifted over the decor again.

"How about you redecorate our room?"

"Our room?" Vivian echoed him. Her eyes met his once more, and his expression was unreadable again.

"I want you to move into my room with me all of the time. You're welcome to keep your room and sleep in there when you wish, but you don't have to," Greyson explained.

"That sounds wonderful, my dear. I could decorate our room with a mixture of our styles, and then my room could get turned into a full-blown playroom," Vivian suggested. Greyson's eyes lit up with desire, and she shuddered.

"Well, then, it's a good thing I ordered a bunch of things to make it into one." He kissed her hands again as their waitress came up the stairs with their tea service and sandwiches.

They ate and drank in comfortable silence, talking only about the food and tea. Greyson's foot would occasionally drag up her leg, and his eyes would sparkle with delight. When they had nearly finished the sandwiches, Vivian ordered a bread bowl full of pumpkin soup.

The soup was so good she devoured it in minutes while Greyson chuckled and polished off the remaining sandwiches.

"So, do we have any other plans for today?" Vivian asked as they left the restaurant a little while later, hand in hand.

"I'm so delighted you asked," Greyson said as he helped Vivian into her seat. "You're going to pick two numbers between one and fifteen, and that will be what we do for the rest of the day." He started the car and turned to her. "However, no matter what, we will be heading home by five, and once we are back at the cabin, I am going to fuck you on every surface of the cabin or until you safe word, whichever comes first."

Vivian felt her nipples harden beneath her dress and nearly purred. "I pick numbers three and eleven," she said after a few moments.

"Well, number three is a half-hour drive from here," Greyson started as he shifted his car into reverse, "so you're going to lean over here and suck me off while I drive us to the little hole-in-the-wall comedy club I discovered, thanks to my studio."

"Yes, Sir," she purred, and before the wheels of the Mercedes he drove hit the road, she had his cock in her mouth.

As Greyson drove them towards the comedy club, Vivian worked her mouth along the length of his cock. Every time a vein in his shaft throbbed, so did her pussy. Each time a new wave of pre-come coated her tongue, her core gushed more. By the time he finally pushed apart the layers of her dress skirt and stroked over her aching folds, Vivian nearly cried.

"We still have twenty minutes to go," Greyson cooed as his fingers lightly circled her clit. Vivian whined as loud as she could with his cock buried in her throat. Most women might not find eight inches to be that big, but with an incredibly sensitive gag reflex, Vivian already had tears streaming down her face. Still, she worked his cock with her mouth like her life depended on it.

"Ten more minutes, my good Kitten," Greyson announced as Vivian felt him exit the freeway. He pulled open the slit of her dress skirt so wide that she could feel how on display her sex was. Still, his fingers pumped in and out of her molten core as they stopped for a red light.

"Open your eyes and look out your window," Greyson commanded. So Vivian opened her eyes to find a pretty woman with pink hair staring at his fingers disappearing into Vivian's pussy. Vivian locked eyes with the woman as she slowly pulled off of Greyson's cock and then spit on it. The woman swallowed visibly and pulled down the front of her shirt. Her large breasts spilled out, which she immediately palmed after rolling down her window. Vivan watched the window of Greyson's car lower, and at the same time, his fingers pounded into her harder.

Moans from Vivian and the pink-haired woman filled the air at the same time that the cars behind them honked in protest. Greyson slowly eased the car through the green light as the woman shouted, "Care to stop at the next motel and work this out?"

The only response she got was Greyson flooring it and shoving Vivian all the way down on his cock while growling, "I promised no more sharing."

When the car finally stopped for the last time, Greyson pulled Vivian's mouth from his shaft. He then tugged her into the seat and started working her clit in faster circles.

"Are you mine and mine only?" He growled as he dragged the head of his penis back and forth through her folds.

"Without a doubt," she replied.

Greyson pulled Vivian down onto his cock so fast and harshly that she felt tears well up in her eyes again.

"You're the only one I'm ever going to want, Vivian," he whispered against her neck as he slowly fucked her onto his shaft.

"I will never be as satisfied with anyone else as I am with you," she said, trying to avoid any real feelings.

His hands tightened on her hips, and he fucked her faster onto his length.

"Tell me what you really mean, or you don't get to come until tomorrow night," he commanded.

"That's manipulation," she gasped out as Greyson slammed his head into her cervix ruthlessly.

"I don't care, Vivian. You're going to be honest, or I'm going to sexually torture you like I have never sexually tortured you before," he growled.

Something snapped inside of Vivian, and she blurted out, "I love you, Greyson, and I have for months now."

His mouth slammed into hers as he slowed his thrusts into her core. Their tongues clashed and fought for dominance before he caved to her for the first time since they had gotten involved. Just when she thought she was going to regret that admission for the rest of her life, Greyson finally pulled away just enough to speak.

"I love you too, Vivian." She felt her heart break and then reform in the same instant, yet it was also an eternity.

Their lips met again, and this time, their joining was mutual and unhurried. Vivian met Greyson thrust for thrust. As his taste filled too of her many senses, they both came together and continued moving in synch. Indeed, they were making love for the first time, and Vivian had never felt so complete in her life.

After an hour at the comedy club, Vivian and Greyson climbed back into his car, where he revealed their final destination for the day.

"We are now going to head to the nearby mall, and I'm going to buy you five pieces of whatever jewelry you want from the jewelry store there," Greyson announced.

"Wait, really?" Vivian turned to him in her seat as he guided the car back onto the road.

"Yes, really. Would you like to see the list of things you had to choose from?" He fished his phone from his pocket and handed it to her.

Vivian punched in the code, her birthday, even though Greyson had registered her fingerprints to it. The phone unlocked to reveal her face from the family reunion last month. She had no idea when he had taken the picture, but she was laughing, Athena's hand clutching her shoulder to keep Vivian standing upright. She navigated to the notes app and opened it. The note he was referring to was still pulled up in the app, so she scrolled back to the top of the list.

List of things to do with Baby Girl the day before her birthday

Take her out dancing

Let her go on a shopping spree

Take her to that comedy club

Go straight home and get right down to fucking her on every surface in the house.

Take her to a rage room and watch her work.

Find a new sex club and fuck her while she slaps away anyone who tries to touch her.

Make her give you head the whole way home and then proceed to fuck her on every surface in the house.

Take her to a flower stand and spend up to five grand on flowers for her

Escape room

Make her drive home and finger her the whole way

Take her to the jewelry store and let her pick out five pieces and pay anything it costs

Find a hidden spot and eat her out until she safe words from the pleasure

Make her confess her love so you can, too, you big coward

Go home and lock her in the kennel you secretly set up in a guest room, and not let her out until after midnight

Take her to the escape room and the rage room

"Well, you managed to get away with doing number thirteen anyway," she said after processing that he had called her baby girl. It was indirect, but he had still done it.

"I didn't say I wasn't allowed to pick options myself," Greyson replied with a smirk.

The drive to the mall was short, and once they were inside, she felt so excited. Greyson had bought Vivian jewelry before but never on this level.

The sparkling jewelry almost overwhelmed her so that she couldn't choose anything. But then, something with a sapphire setting caught her eye above the rest, and she moved to look at it directly. It was a necklace with a simple oval-shaped pendant on the end, set with the clearest sapphire she had ever seen.

"This one for sure," she told the salesman behind the counter. He nodded and pulled the piece out to box up. Vivian made herself focus and slowly looked over the rest of the jewelry on display. The next thing she picked out was a set of earrings with rubies in them that dangled down to nearly her shoulders, each stone bigger than the last.

The third and fourth pieces were two bracelets with the same design, one set with topaz and the other with sapphire to match the necklace. She was having trouble finding the final piece when Greyson spoke up from across the store.

"What about this one?"

When she saw what he was pointing at, her heart nearly stopped.

"It's a promise ring, not an engagement ring," he explained before the panic could set into Vivian's mind. She exhaled loudly and laughed a bit.

"What are you promising?" She asked.

"That I will do better moving forward. I promise that we will stick to therapy and improve ourselves. I will do better to put your needs first more often. No matter what happens between us, I will always love you. I promise I will keep you safe, cherish you, and make sure you never want for anything again in your life." Greyson's eyes were full of raw and unfiltered emotions. Vivian's heart thundered in her chest this time as she stretched up on her toes and kissed him gently.

"Then yes, that makes the perfect final piece of jewelry for my birthday," Vivian said.

Greyson kissed her on the nose and motioned for the salesman to get the ring out. As soon as he paid for everything, Greyson slipped the ring onto Vivian's right ring finger and kissed it.

"I love you, Vivian, and I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner," he said.

"I love you too, Greyson, and you don't have to apologize for anything," she said.