by Emma York
"Alice," he began, smiling up at me. "You've changed my and if you give me a chance, I'd like to spend the rest of my life showing how grateful I am to you."
"Get up off the floor." I tried to pull him up but he didn't move.
"In a minute. Will you do me the honour of being my wife?"
I almost fell over, tears starting to roll down my face. I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do anything.
"Well?"
I nodded, gasping for air as I pulled him upwards. "Of course I will," I managed to say as I threw my arms around him.
It had been a year since I'd first gone home with him from Club Darkness. It felt like I'd lived more than enough for one lifetime since then and now I was about to embark on another life, a life as Ethan Powers' wife.
"I wanted to ask you sooner," he said, kissing me softly a moment later. "But I thought, with everything that happened, you might need some time."
I knew what he meant. I had been struggling to come to terms with a whole new range of emotions, dealing with the trauma of the kidnapping.
Ethan had supported me throughout it all. The months of coping with my confused state of mind. Since then, I'd thrown myself into life with Ethan, doing my best to ignore the raw emotions that bubbled away inside me. I didn't know if it was the healthy thing to do, I only knew I had to do it to keep going.
"I want you to know how much I love you," Ethan said as he slid the ring onto my finger. It was the perfect fit, the jewels sparkling in the evening light that shone through the window of our bedroom. "And whatever happens tonight, I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere, ever."
"Now I need to redo my make up," I replied, bursting into fresh tears.
It was a lot to take. I felt so lucky, being loved by him, being cared for, looked after, even as drama filled my own life. He never wavered in his commitment to me, not for an instant.
We arrived at the party on time, just. I managed not to cry for the first couple of minutes but when I showed Mom the ring and her bottom lip started quivering, I was off again. We hugged in the middle of the room, sobbing together as Ethan stood to one side, smiling quietly to himself. "I'm so happy for you," she said. "So happy. How are things going between you two?"
"Slowly."
She waved at Ethan. "Come over here you."
He did as she asked. "Do we have your approval?"
She frowned at him. "Will you look after her?"
"With every fibre of my being."
"Will you tell her not to be quite so embarrassed by me when you come round for dinner?"
"I can't promise that."
Dad appeared as if from nowhere. "Will you at least make sure they serve Earl Grey at the reception? with lemon?"
"That I can do."
"Then you have my blessing." He shook Ethan's hand while Mom hugged me. "You were always a good friend, Ethan and I can see how much you mean to Alice. I'm sorry I doubted you."
"Apology accepted," Ethan said as I smiled at them both.
The night passed in a blur once I had a few drinks inside me. I spent the night dancing with Ethan, basking in the congratulations of so many people, more than a few of them jealous. Ethan being off the market was big news as was the fact he had chosen me, the club barmaid, to be his wife. I couldn't have been happier.
Once we were inside, Ethan stopped in the hallway, looking down at the ring on my finger. "Do you know what I think?" he asked.
"What?"
"I think I want to see you wearing nothing but that ring."
"Oh, really?"
He nodded, reaching around for the zip at the back of my dress. It undid slowly, falling away from my shoulders as he took a step back.
He watched me closely as I slid the dress down to the floor. "No panties," he said. "You didn't tell me that."
"You should have guessed," I replied, stepping out of my shoes, standing naked on the polished wooden floor. "Now what do you think of the ring?"
"I think it looks perfect like that. Now come with me."
He took my hand and led me into the nearby lounge. A coal fire was roaring in the grate. "Did you phone ahead?" I asked.
"Did it while you were saying bye to your parents. Told them to get a fire burning for us and to dig out the...oh look, here it is."
He picked up something from next to the fire. My eyes widened as I saw it was a riding crop.
"Bend over," he said, his voice cold.
I did as he commanded, leaning over the nearest chair, sticking my ass out towards him. The crop slashed down a second later, sending that delicious sting through me that I knew so well.
I loved being disciplined by him, knowing how much it turned him on to do it. I gasped and shrieked as one blow after another landed on my ass. When he stopped, my legs almost gave way, it was so sudden. A second later, his hands were on me, sliding down my back, rubbing the tender spots on my ass, sending my nerve endings wild.
His fingers began stroking my thighs, teasing me until I was begging him to fuck me. He ignored my pleading, stepping away and undressing while I watched over my shoulder.
He looked incredible naked, his rock hard cock swaying slightly as he walked back over. My pussy throbbed with need for him and he didn't disappoint, guiding the tip into me a second later, slowly pushing until my insides were completely filled. His hips pressed against my ass and he held himself in place, pulsing slightly, his cock twitching within me.
"Fuck me," I growled. "Please, fuck me."
He pulled back and I thought he was going to tease me again but he didn't. Instead, he started to thrust faster and faster, sending the air out of my lungs as the chair moved forwards across the floor.
I collapsed down onto the rug and he came after me, spinning me onto my back, in me a moment later, thrusting once again.
He kissed me as we fucked, his hot breath filling my mouth as I clawed at his back. I could feel my orgasm approaching and just as it was about to hit, he paused, stroking my clit with his fingers, drawing the brink out longer before finally ramming into me, letting me tip over the edge into pure ecstasy.
I screamed into his mouth, twisting and writhing in place as my climax raced through my body. It had barely faded before he slammed his cock deep into me again, pulling back and fucking me as fast as he could.
All the air left my lungs, I could make no sound as he groaned loudly and then a second later, he came, spurting hot wetness into me, all the time staring into my eyes. He fell onto me, his cock still twitching inside me. "I love you," he said, kissing me over and over again, "the future Mrs Powers."
"And I love you," I replied, running my hands down his back. "And the future Mrs Powers requests we do this a lot when we're married."
"I think that can be arranged."
"Good," I said, bending over him. "We better start the rehearsals now, make sure we're ready."
"That I can do," he replied, his hand raised above him, whipping down through the air a second later. "I love you, Alice."
"And I love you, Ethan."
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