I cried like a baby through the entire thing.
Tristan’s eyes were shinning and bright, his smile radiant.
I remember that I had no reservations, not one single doubt that what we were doing was right.
We didn’t tell a soul. What was the rush? We had the rest of our lives to tell them. For now, this happy news belonged only to us. It was a secret that took no toll on our souls. The best kind of secret.
We went out to dinner afterwards to celebrate. Halfway through the meal I went to the restroom, and on the way back to our table, I bumped into a man. It was perfectly innocent. We both said excuse me, and went on our way.
When I got back to my seat, Tristan was glaring at something behind me.
“Need me to go straighten that guy out?” shot out of his mouth the second I was seated.
“Of course not. We just accidentally bumped into each other.”
“Bullshit. He was coming on to you.”
“We’re married now. When is this jealousy of yours going to get better? I’m yours now, until death do us part. Doesn’t that help?”
He laughed, threw his head back and laughed like a crazy person. “You thought that would make it better? You don’t get it at all. You’ve turned me into a psychotic jealous monster now. Better?” He laughed again, shaking his head.
I reached across the table and punched his arm. “Incorrigible,” I muttered.
TRISTAN
She was stroking me, and I wasn’t so much as twitching. That was definitely new for me. “Seriously. I don’t know how a little thing like you did it, but you broke my dick.”
She pouted up at me, her hand still busy working on my flaccid cock. “What’s going on? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it do this.”
“I don’t know if you’ve been counting, sweetheart, but there’s nothing left there for you right now. I’m all out of juice. I’m not sure it’s physically possible for me to try any harder to make a baby today.”
She straddled one of my thighs, moving her wet cunt against my skin, rubbing hard and making little noises that had me stirring in her hand.
“Fuck, you’re insatiable.”
She shot me a seductive smile. “Apparently, I’m not the only one.”
“If this is all for the sake of baby-making—“
“Um, you do realize that I likely won’t get pregnant for months? I barely stopped taking the pill.”
“So this is just good ol’ nymphomania?”
She nodded, running her tongue over her teeth.
I groaned, growing in her hand.
“Well, it’s not just that,” she allowed. “You know I own you now? It’s just hit me that you’re lawfully mine. It makes sense I’d want to test out my property, right?”
“Test your property, huh?”
“Uh huh. So that’s what I’m doing.” She moved as she spoke, stroking me as she moved on my thigh. “Thoroughly testing out my property.”
Who could resist that? Not me. “Test away. I’m all yours. Do your worst.”
I buried my hands in her hair as she took my cock in her mouth. It felt so fucking good, but I honestly didn’t think I’d be coming again. I wondered what the etiquette was on letting your wife suck your cock indefinitely, enjoying the sucking pull of her mouth to the fullest.
She pulled back before long, licking her lips as she climbed up my body. I groaned as she straddled me, shoving my thick tip against her sopping entrance. I surged up, impaling her.
She shuddered, and I almost came right then.
I plucked at her breasts as she started to move. “You realize that it’s just a prop at this point,” I told her as she rode me. It didn’t help make my point that I was panting out the words. “Just because it’s hard, doesn’t mean it can give you what you want.”
She smiled and hitched up her shoulder in a sexy little shrug. “It’s giving me what I want right now. It’s a mighty fine prop. I’ll just make use of it while you lie there. I promise I’ll leave you alone after I get off again.”
I groaned, my hips bucking her. There was something so luscious about her taking her pleasure, with or without mine. But in the end, we both got ours.
I fell asleep under her, still buried deep, and woke up the same way.
This marriage business suited me just fine.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
FRANKIE
This was not your standard cheesy fetish ball. This was an exclusive gathering of BDSM practitioners, not as a novelty, but as a lifestyle.
Aside from the woman on my arm, there were no novices here. This was the hardcore scene. I was taking it very slowly with her, as she had never done any of this before, and I was more than a little hesitant to be the one to break her in.
Typically, I liked a seasoned sub, who knew how to act and what behaviors to avoid, but something about her drew me in, made me break my own rules, and indulge her whims.
Unfortunately, I had feelings for her, but the verdict was still out on whether she wanted me as a novelty or an actual person.
Estella was avidly curious about the lifestyle I led, and so, after a million questions, I’d decided to just let her see for herself. This gathering would undoubtedly shock her, but there was not a soul here that didn’t follow all of the necessary rules to the letter of the law. That was the important part, because here she could observe with no potential threat of harm to her.
It was held in the penthouse of an expensive, exclusive apartment complex just off the strip. I had no idea who owned the place, but it didn’t matter. If James was attending that meant it had been vetted well, since he would never attend a gathering that could potentially ‘out’ him. He was too public a figure not to be careful at maintaining his privacy.
A bald, muscular man met us at the door. Deuce. I knew him. I nodded politely at him as I walked through the entrance. He was a wealthy Dom, and we’d been attending many of the same functions for years.
I didn’t look back at Estella, expecting her to follow.
The decor was sparse but modern, almost every surface black. It was a very large suite and not overcrowded. These types of functions never had more than thirty participants, and even that high of a number was rare.
Generally, you could tell the Doms from the subs at a glance. Subs almost always wore less clothing. I was one of the few exceptions, with my ripped up jean skirt, and a shredded black half-shirt that showed off some serious under boob. Estella, in contrast, wore a rather conservative black dress that hugged her soft curves to perfection.
I’d never been a huge fan of covering up my ink. I saw it as art, and displayed it accordingly, my clothes framing my tattoos rather than covering them.
I smiled big when I saw James. I was blessed in the friend department, having many that I was close with, but James would always have a special place in my heart. There were few I admired more, or had so much in common with. I remembered him as a tortured teen, and now, at only twenty-four, a formidable man. I felt pride in him, like a big sister might.
He had Jolene with him. She was his go-to sub. I didn’t care for her, but they were compatible in the most rudimentary, base way, and so I understood his attraction to her. He’d never have a complication with that one that his checkbook couldn’t cure.
I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, completely ignoring Jolene, as that was my prerogative. She was no conversationalist.