by Jamie Knight
There was a beautiful view, and plenty of room. Plus, it just seemed fitting to be getting married at the office, since I was his office pet.
I heard a slight gasp behind me.
“Oh, honey, you look so beautiful!” my mom gushed at me.
She got up from the gray couch and moved to stand behind me.
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” she said, tucking a few stay strands of my hair into the elaborate updo the stylist had put it in. “I always knew you would find your true love.”
I smiled and didn’t comment. If my mother knew that my “true love” had tied me up the night before and fucked me for hours, she might rethink the fairy tale aspect she was implying with her statement.
Ha! Best she doesn’t know.
“I love your dress!” Mandy walked over to hover at the mirror as well.
My short friend had needed her red bridesmaids dress hemmed twice so that she didn’t step on it. But the end result was fantastic.
She, Eileen and Sloane all looked lovely in the off-the-shoulder red chiffon dresses with A-line skirts. People might say that you needed bridesmaids of similar heights to make the pictures look good, but I could care less.
Mandy and Eileen had stuck with me through thick and thin; they would stand with me at my wedding—even if they did have a foot of height difference between them.
And Sloane had come through for me in the end. Our new friendship was something I would always cherish. I was honored when she agreed to be part of the wedding.
I turned from the mirror and my mom and waddled towards Sloane and Eileen, who were still seated on the couch. It was hard to remain upright, when I was wrapped up in this tight wedding dress.
“You’d better learn to walk a bit more graceful, Reese,” Sloane giggled. “What possessed you to buy a dress you couldn’t walk in?”
In answer, I just raised my arms and let them all observe how the ruched taffeta hugged my curves. I looked sexy and I knew it. That was why I had to buy it.
The fabric was so tight over my ass, I had decided to not wear a veil. Why be traditional when you could knock your fiancé’s eyes out? And I wanted Kane drooling the whole ceremony.
Eileen laughed at my display.
“Okay, girl. Good point.”
The music started softly in the distance, signaling that it was time. I rubbed my hands together to quiet my anxiety.
Quickly, unbidden, my fingers rose to my throat and the diamond pendant there. Kane had given it to me to replace the lucky star pendant that I still kept in my desk drawer at my office.
If we made our own luck, like he said, then with him, I had made enough for a life time.
However, I still had a six-pence taped in my shoe, a blue garter under my dress, my grandmother’s silk handkerchief wrapped around my bouquet, and a new diamond tiara. I would break some traditions, but I wouldn’t press my luck and break them all.
Holding on to my mother’s and Mandy’s arms, I hobbled through the foyer and over to the door that led outside. At her appointed place in the music, Eileen looked back at me and gave my arm a gentle squeeze. Then she was out the door and down the short aisle we had designated in the rooftop garden.
Mandy was next. Then Sloane. The music changed, and it was time for me and my mom to walk down the aisle. I thought about how happy my dad would be to see me getting married today. I felt loved, even though I missed him.
I found myself trembling slightly, but not with fear. I wasn’t worried about marrying Kane, since I trusted him completely.
I had gotten over all the bad things that had happened between us—they were Linda’s fault and no one else’s. I only liked to think about all the good things we’d shared together since we met, and all the amazing things we’d experience in the future together as well.
I was excited to be his wife. Our life together would be an adventure. One that I couldn’t wait to start on.
The door opened and my skin chilled in the cool night air. The stars showed out above us, the best wedding decorations we could ever hope for. I stepped forward gracefully, holding my head tall and proud. I was about to become Mrs. McKenzie, and nothing in the world could be better than that.
Kane McKenzie, my boss and the love of my life, stood in the middle of the rooftop garden—his chocolate eyes went hot with desire when he saw me. His gaze was so inflamed, I wondered if we would even make it through the ceremony. But we did.
We said our vows, proclaiming how lucky we were to have found each other—all the while Kane’s eyes ran over my curves that threatened to pop out of my clinging dress. And when the priest wasn’t looking, he would mouth the dirty things he was going to do to me as soon as he had me alone.
“I now pronounce you man and wife!” the priest finally said. “You may kiss your bride.”
Those words couldn’t come soon enough. Kane grabbed for me, wrapped his arms around my body, and kissed me deeply. We clung together as he slowly lowered me down in a dip, as if we were dancing.
I ran my hands through my new husband’s hair and kissed him back with all my heart. I was his and he was mine. Nothing could top this awesome feeling and this amazing day.
The ceremony and reception were over in a blur. I met Ashton, Kane’s friend, and the man who would soon be his business partner. The merger was successful, and the employees of Ashton’s company were continuing to move into our building.
Ashton was shy, but friendly, and unfortunately, he had come to the wedding alone. I would have to find someone to set him up with. Now that I was a married woman, I wanted everyone else to be as happy as I was. And I was ecstatic.
****
We danced under the stars till two in the morning. The guests slowly left, one by one, and then it was only us, Kane and me, together on our first night as man and wife.
It was cold up so high on a New York night, but I had Kane to keep me warm. After a while, he took off his black suit coat and put it over my shoulders, before wrapping me in his strong arms again.
I breathed in the scent of his cologne and smiled.
Our night had just begun.
When the time seemed to feel right, Kane took me by the hand and led me back to his office.
“I have a gift for you,” he promised. “Something I know you’ve been wanting for a while.”
I pulled up my narrow skirt slightly, so I could meet his long stride and followed him happily. The warmth of being inside and having the heater on was a welcome change from the cold night air we had just left; my skin tingled in the warmth.
Kane turned on a single desk lamp, so that we could see each other but still have the stars visible through the window. Opening a desk drawer, he took out a shiny black box and then slid it over the desk to me.
I opened it carefully. Inside was a black set of nipple clamps. My breath caught, and I ran a finger over the metal pinchers.
“Oh, yes!” I breathed. “Kane, you remembered my fantasy. Thank you!”
He grinned at me and dug into another drawer. From this one he took out a black satin cord.
“I remember all of the fantasies you told me about on that first night. And I hope I’ve opened you up to the possibility of a lot more.”
He walked towards me, running the shiny material through his thick fingers. I backed up, letting him feel like the predator he was, until my knees hit the couch.
“Possibilities like the sex club?” I asked.
My pulse sped up as my heart started to flutter.
“Mmmhmm.”
He nodded, his eyes hot on me.
“Yes, I think that will come soon. But first I want you all to myself. Put you arms behind your back, my Pet.”
I followed his orders. He moved to my back and bound my hands; the satin slipping over them easily and slightly cool on my wrists. As he worked, Kane kissed a line down my neck to my shoulder. My skin flushed under the touch of his lips.
After I was tied, K
ane stood back and looked me over.
“Just perfect,” he breathed. “Shall we play with your new toys?”
I nodded, my desire and excitement starting to take over.
Looking pleased, he reached over and ran one of his large hands up the bodice of my dress. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them through the fabric, watching intently as they lifted up and together.
His thumbs grazed the bare skin of my cleavage lightly. I moaned at his touch. Kane ran his hands up further, slid them into my dress and lifted my heavy breasts out of their confining bustier. His hands squeezed and caressed—each touch harder than the last—causing me to push myself forward towards him and his grasp.
Next, he rubbed my nipples with his thumbs. They became hard and puffy under his touch. I closed my eyes—part of me wishing for the blindfold I once hated. The wetness of his tongue made me jump as he licked one nipple and then the other. I moaned as he sucked one hard and grazed it with his teeth.
“Oh, yes Sir,” I grunted. “That feels so good, Sir.”
Kane got rougher. He sucked hard and nibbled at my nipples, sending me little bits of pain with the waves of pleasure I was feeling. He switched between each nipple, making sure they were both red and raw.
“I’m going to make you come, just by touching your nipples,” he ordered. “Would you like that, Pet?”
“Yes, Sir! Make me come, Sir.”
I nodded enthusiastically.
“Good.”
He turned me slightly and gently pushed me down on the couch.
“I want to see you come, Pet. I want to see my new wife come.”
My back was now on the couch; my arms were still tied under me. Kane lifted and pulled the skirt of my dress. The fabric ripped in his hands, leaving a long slit up to my pussy. Pulling the pieces aside, he opened my legs and gazed at the thin white thong I was wearing.
“Oh, perfect,” he breathed, smiling at the sight of my panties being soaked by my desire.
With a single finger, he moved the thing away from my folds so that my pussy was nude. Involuntarily, my hips jutted and pressed my crotch into his hands. He swatted my clit lightly and I gasped.
Leaning forward, he pinched the nipple clamps onto each of my red, raw nipples. The pain caused a quick jolt through all of my body, followed by waves that felt like electricity. My pussy tightened. Helpless and awash in desire, I looked at Kane and begged him for release with my eyes.
He didn’t speak or say anything. He just pulled a remote out of the box—one I didn’t see before—and held it a loft.
I quirked my head to the side.
“What’s that?”
Kane hit the on button and the nipple clamps started to vibrate. Pulses zapped through my aching flesh hard and worked their way through my whole body. He kept hitting the button, lazily watching me, and making the claps vibrate faster and faster.
I writhed and tensed under the pleasure. My hips bucked towards him; my arms strained. My stomach and abdomen tied themselves in knots aa the pressure built in me—all of it coming from my aching nipples.
My orgasm hit me hard; tingles started in my pussy, which clamped and pulsed for Kane to see, and ran the full length of my body. I screamed and squirted at the same time finding joyous relief.
“Good girl.” Kane grinned at me. “I shall use these clamps often in the future. But now it’s time for my pleasure. Down on your knees.”
We both slumped off the couch. I slid to the floor and knelt, ripping my dress further. But I didn’t care. It was just a dress; if I wanted another, Kane would buy me one.
He undressed. His cock pulled from his boxers, engorged and ready to go. My mouth watered at the sight.
“Take it,” he ordered.
And I did. I opened my mouth and let his thick, hard cock slide in until it hit the back of my throat. Even though I had just come, I was still wild with desire. I loved sucking Kane off and I planned to pleasure him just as much as he pleasured me.
Moving quickly, I bobbed my head up and down on him—slurping and sucking him as hard as I could. I fucked him with my mouth quickly and roughly.
Kane gasped under my harsh, hungry treatment. He grabbed my jaw and forced me to hold still as he thrust in and out of my wet, drooling mouth. I ran my tongue in circles up and down his hard shaft.
“Reese!” he grunted. “You are so good at this. I love your enthusiasm.”
I could feel his penis tense as it pumped my mouth. His balls hit my chin and I swiped my tongue over them too. I was ready and willing to suck down my husband’s cum.
But he pulled back and slid all the way out of my mouth.
“No, not yet,” Kane mumbled.
Leaning down, he grabbed me by the waist, then hefted me up until my knees hit the couch. I leaned over the back with my ass out of my dress and my thong pulled to one side. Kane didn’t stop to remove any of my clothing, he just pulled things up and further to the side. His warm, slick cock slid into my pussy quickly and pressed into me until he hit my cervix.
I was full. Full of my husband’s hard cock and about to receive his seed. My whole body strained—ready for this moment when we truly became man and wife.
My pussy ached and tensed as he thrust into me with all his strength. My stomach hit the back of the couch and my head hit the wall, but I didn’t care. The wildness of our sex just made it hotter and better.
Then Kane hit the on button for the remote. The nipple clams bust into life again—zapping wave after wave through my sensitive nipples. They were blindingly raw, and the feeling was so intense I screamed.
“Kane!”
My pussy walls clamped down on his dick so hard he grunted in surprise. I came—my juices squirting over his balls and slicking his dick further. My pussy pulsed and milked his cock, begging for him to come. He did.
Letting out a manly grunt, Kane spilled his seed deep inside of me. I could feel it coat my pussy walls. Stream after stream hit me and made me come again. My whole body pulsed and quivered—my breath coming in pants. Kane held me to him as we both twitched in aftershocks.
We were one now. The two of us were man and wife. I smiled, pleased to have my husband’s seed in me and hoping that our love tonight made a baby.
Afterward, we lay face to face on the sofa at the back of the office, our still sweaty bodies pressed together.
“The day you walked out of this office, I felt like I was dying,” he whispered. “The day you said you’d marry me, I felt like I was flying. Today I felt like the luckiest man alive. I love you so much it’s like you’re part of me.”
“The day I walked out of this office, I was sure I would die,” I admitted. “I love you, Kane McKenzie. It’s like you’ve always been part of me. Like somehow I knew one day I’d find you.”
Laying here, both of us content and sated, it was hard to believe that there had ever been a time when we hadn’t been together. Kane was part of me now, just as I was part of him. Our souls entwined, and that was the way it would always be.
We were two of the lucky ones.
Extended Epilogue - Reese
New Year’s Day…
We were finally alone. I draped my arms around my husband’s neck, and we swayed in time to Ed Sheeran’s Perfect.
Yesterday, we’d said “I do” in front of our closest friends. Sloane and Melissa had been my bridesmaids while Ray had been Kane’s best man. Melissa’s biker boyfriend, Archie, had even come to the wedding.
Sometime next fall, when the baby was a few months old, we’d hold a reception for our families and have our marriage blessed. After everything we’d been through over the past few months, we’d wanted to ring in the New Year as husband and wife, and that was exactly what we’d done.
Getting married on the top floor of the McKenzie building may not have been everyone’s idea of romance, but it was what we’d both wanted, and the ceremony turned out perfect.
Now, it was time for o
ur honeymoon. Oddly enough, we decided to vacation at home—our home at the beach. All we both really wanted was time alone. Time without the jobs and phone calls and emails that constantly interrupted our lives. For our honeymoon, all we needed was time alone and quiet. Well, mostly quiet.
The cool night air swept over the second-floor balcony, prickling my skin and causing me to huddle closer into Kane’s broad chest. The waves lapped at the beach lazily, adding to the peaceful feeling that surrounded our dance. The whole world seemed calm and I let out a contented sigh.
“Are you happy, Mrs. McKenzie?”
“Extremely. What about you, Mr. McKenzie?”
“Ecstatic. I have a beautiful wife, and in eight months, we’ll have a beautiful baby.”
With a happy sigh, I laid my head on his shoulder and inhaled the delicious yet familiar scent of my husband.
“Are you ready for your wedding gift?” I asked, lifting my head. I caught his earlobe between my teeth and nibbled gently.
“You didn’t have to get me a gift. I already have everything I need and more.”
I stepped back and gave him a wicked smile. “Oh, really? Such a shame. And here I thought you’d like to fuck me in the ass. Deflower my tight, virginal hole.”
“Tonight’s the night, huh?”
“Tonight’s the night, Sir.” Taking his hand, I led him towards the living room and the soft leather couch. “With me carrying your baby and laid over our couch, you’re going to fuck me in the ass.”
A low whistle sounded from his lips. “Have you forgotten that I’m the one who’s supposed to give the orders around here.”
“Not tonight, boss man.”
Moonlight streamed through the living room windows illuminating the room, giving it an ethereal feel. I stood at the window behind the couch and gazed at the twinkling lights of the houses around us. Luck was on my side. Luck I’d created myself.