Chapter 17: Secret Wedding

The string lights draped across the private backyard of our upgraded estate glowed like captured stars against the 2023 dusk, soft gold spilling over the manicured lawn where fifteen women I owned completely waited in custom white lingerie that clung to every curve like a second skin. My pulse thrummed low and steady as I stood at the makeshift altar of white roses and silk-draped arches, Mia on my left and Mom—Lisa—on my right, both of them heavily pregnant again, their bellies rounded and glowing under the delicate lace that framed rather than hid them. The air carried night-blooming jasmine and the faint, sweet trace of pregnancy oil still lingering on their skin from the afternoon rituals. This wasn’t some public spectacle with flashing cameras and legal paperwork that could be challenged. This was ours. Private. Eternal. The vows I was about to speak would bind every one of them to me in ways no court could touch.

I’d planned every detail with the same precision I’d used to turn a Bitcoin seed into a global empire. The officiant—a trusted ally paid in silence and loyalty—stood ready in a simple black robe. The women formed a loose semicircle around us, their lingerie a symphony of ivory, pearl, and champagne silk that whispered against thighs and breasts heavy with milk or the promise of new life. Élise and Isabella, the French and Italian beauties we’d claimed in Europe two years earlier, stood closest, their olive and cream skin flushed with the same anticipation that tightened my chest. Kaylee, Dani, and Priya—the college recruits who’d joined through the OnlyFans private tier—trembled slightly, their newer bodies still learning how completely they belonged. Brooke’s legendary ass flexed under her tiny thong as she shifted closer to Sophie, whose tiny waist now carried our latest addition. Sarah’s lush curves strained the lace, Raven’s inked skin gleamed beneath sheer panels, Tara’s fiery confidence softened into something reverent, Callie’s thick thighs pressed together, Elena’s sun-kissed glow caught the lights, Lena’s athletic lines taut with need.

I took Mia’s hand first, then Mom’s, threading our fingers together as the ceremony began. The words came from somewhere deeper than memory—vows I’d rewritten in my head since waking up in 2018. “I claim you as mine in every way that matters,” I said, voice low enough that the night wind carried it only to them. “Your bodies, your pleasure, your futures. I will breed you, protect you, and own this world we’re building together. No hiding. No regret. Forever.” Mia’s dark eyes shone with tears as she whispered her yes, belly brushing mine when she leaned in for the kiss. Mom’s grip tightened, her full breasts rising faster beneath the lace as she echoed the promise, voice husky with the same raw need that had started everything on that kitchen floor five years ago.