by Joanna Blake
Tonight I was going to give it to her good. Any way she wanted. She'd earned that. We were going to screw all night.
And tomorrow.
And every damn day for the rest of our lives.
Oh yeah, I was going to be 87 years old and still want to get my hands on her. She would be a hot little old lady too, I had no doubt. I laughed to myself.
If you had asked me how I felt about imagining sex with an old lady six months ago, I would have made a gross joke. Now, it seemed like the sweetest thing in the world.
We were going to grow old together.
Like two swans in a cool mountain lake.
That was us. Mated for life.
I ran my hand over my hair and stood up. I looked good. I better too, considering how stunning my bride was.
Yes sir, I was a lucky son-of-a-bitch alright.
There was a knock at the door. I shouted to come in and grinned at the sight that greeted me. Craig and Shep poked their heads in, looking so handsome in their little tuxedos I nearly bust a gut.
That's how proud I was of my kin. And they were proud of me. Not just for playing ball. They looked up to me for scoring them a new big sister. She'd taken them into her heart as if they were her own.
Lucy, Jenny, and Tammy were getting dolled up with my bride. They'd never had their hair done professional-like so this was a real treat. I knew this was going to be one hell of a good day, for all of us.
"Cade! You ready?"
I nodded.
"It's almost time."
I took one last look in the mirror and winked at myself. I was one lucky sonofagun and I knew it. This was it. Time to reach for the brass ring. Claim my stake. Marry my woman.
I followed the boys out and opened the door that led to the main dining room where the wedding was taking place. It was covered in fragrant white flowers. Jasmine, orchids and roses spilled over containers everywhere you looked.
It wasn't too much though. There was nothing pretentious about it. It looked sweet and classy and naturally beautiful, like the bride herself.
I took a moment to look out over the crowd before they caught sight of me. The kids were all there as part of the wedding party, along with Auntie and her sister, our other Auntie. I'd flown 'em all in first-class.
Two of my buddies from the rig had shown up, along with Jones's widow. A healthy toddler sat on her lap. My best friend had left behind a wife and a baby girl. I'd be looking in on them from time to time for the next 18 years or so. I owed it to Jones and he'd have done the same for me.
I didn't mind either. Like I always said, the more the merrier.
The coaching staff and a bunch of the pencil pushers were there. The charity folks, too. I saw Cami's New York maid Sadie. I laughed, remembering the poor girl back in Florida who had been scared of Cami.
Not to mention the cat.
My bride, she was formidable.
The players sat together, I'd only invited a handful including Chuck. But wouldn't you know it, K-Roll had showed up too. I shook my head.
Life was a funny thing.
Your enemy could become your friend and the woman who seemed too hard to get might end up in your bed.
Permanently.
"Come on Cade. The music is about to start!"
I nodded and followed Shep and Craig out to take our places at the front of the room, standing beside the judge.
It was time.
Camille
"Are you ready?"
I smiled at Tammy, nodding. Everyone thought I was nervous. They kept making jokes about 'wedding day jitters.'
They had no idea.
No one had any idea how eager I was for this to be over. I had been waiting over a week to have Cade's naked body at my disposal, and tonight was the night.
Tonight I was taking charge.
Cade wouldn't know what hit him.
For over a week now he'd been toying with me. Taking his own pleasure but making sure I stayed pent up and unsatisfied. I had plenty of fun, just without the big finish. I was starting to get cranky.
Really, really cranky.
I smiled innocently and stood up. The girls hovered around me, making sure my dress was draping correctly. It was a simple silk dress up top, but the bottom was ornate, with graceful raw edged tiers that almost looked like leaves that fluttered around me as I walked.
On my neck was one of my mother's favorite pieces, a thick diamond choker with a single teardrop in the center. My hair was halfway up, twisted into graceful curls, the rest falling down my back.
Tammy had asked for her hair done just the same. Then Lucy had. Then Jenny. I smiled at them in the mirror as they preened.
We looked like we were family already.
Family.
I accepted my bouquet from the florist and the girls accepted their little baskets of flowers. Even Uzuri had a wreath attached to her collar, along with a tiny box that held the rings. The girls petted her, already in love with the lanky feline. She was surprisingly patient with them too.
Almost like she knew they were family now.
Tammy took hold of her leash, ready to go first. Uzuri had graciously allowed herself to be tethered. She might be the first cat to be a ring bearer in the history of weddings. But it didn't seem right to leave her out of today.
Thankfully, she was the rare cat that seemed to thrive on attention. Noises didn't scare her. I once caught her sitting on the sidewalk outside the townhouse early in the morning. She'd been out prowling all night. I was more careful with locking my windows after that. I wanted her to be safe, but I was also afraid she might accidentally eat one of the society ladys' poodles.
We were silent as we walked to the entry of the venue, where the wedding party would make our entrances from. After the cat of course. She led the way, regally ignoring the stares of the staff. As usual, I knew Uzuri would steal the show. Sadie was here too, waiting to whisk the feline home once the ceremony was over.
My father was there, smiling proudly at me.
"You are a vision my dear."
He took my arm, laying his hand on mine.
"Your mother would be so proud."
I felt tears welling up. My mother… I had tried so hard not to think of her as a child. I'd missed her so much that it was easier to just pretend she hadn't ever existed. As a teenager I'd resented her for leaving me. Now, I was just sad that she wasn't here.
That I didn't have a chance to know her.
But hearing my father say that… well, it made me feel something else. I was proud to be my mother's daughter. She'd been an amazing woman. If he thought she would be pleased, that made me happy.
That would have to be enough.
My father squeezed my hand and smiled at me. He always told me that I reminded him of my mother. She hadn't grown up wealthy like I had, but she'd always had class in spades.
I heard the music and my father asked me if I was ready.
"Yes daddy."
We walked through the archway, following my soon-to-be sisters as they scattered white rose petals everywhere. Almost immediately, my eyes found Cade. He looked so handsome it nearly made me lose my footing.
This man had taken my whole world by storm. He'd challenged my very idea of who and what I was in the world. Behind closed doors, he'd introduced me to things I'd never imagined.
He hadn't changed me.
He'd exposed me for what I truly was.
And I loved him for it.
I stepped forward, my heart bursting with love. I was ready to say the vows that would make me his.
And make him mine!
Permanently.
He was my everything now. He was staring at me with equal intensity. I seemed to float down the aisle. I placed my hand in his.
I raised my eyes to the Judge and waited.
This was real. It was happening.
I was getting married.
Cade
My chest filled up with pride at the sight of my woman. She was so
damn beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. She was smart as a whip, prettier than a new penny and sweeter than honey.
Spicey too.
And she was mine.
I stood there, grinning like a buffoon as she walked down the aisle towards me. That was alright though. She tended to have that effect on me.
I had a feeling I would be smiling a lot over the next fifty or sixty years.
Longer, if they invented robotic replacement parts by the time we were eighty-five years old.
I took her hand and the ceremony began. The Judge spoke plainly, with a bit of humor, about the 'state of marriage.' He called it that too, even describing the geography of the place. There was trust in the hills, comfort in the flat lands and mutual respect by the seashore.
I smiled the whole way through that part too.
Camille and I kept stealing glances at each other. There was a twinkle in her eye that had me wondering what she was up to. Or she was just as pleased as I was to be getting hitched.
Her hand was still clasped in mine when it came time to say the vows. I repeated the words 'I do' after the Judge asked, then turned to watch my woman say them back. Her voice rang out loud and clear and sweet as a songbird in July.
"I do."
"Then by the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
I resisted the urge to shout yeehaw, knowing that my bride would not be amused.
My wife.
So I kissed her instead. Long, slow and deep. The crowd went wild as I took my time, pressing her gorgeous body against me. I could even feel her tiny baby bump between us.
It made me smile even wider.
When I finally stopped kissing her, the crowd rushed in to meet us. There was no return walk down the aisle. It was all shaking hands and accepting congratulations for what felt like at least an hour.
Someone pressed champagne into our hands and I took Camille's away, guiding her to a seat.
"You should rest sweetheart."
She smiled up at me, her face so lovely it made me want to kiss her again.
"Alright but only for ten minutes. This is my wedding and I want to enjoy it."
We were surrounded again, people swarming each of us. I didn't even lay eyes on her for a little while. True to her word it was ten minutes later when she nudged the people around me aside. I laughed at the way such a tiny thing managed to bulldoze the people around her.
She smiled at me and held out her hand.
"Come on husband."
I raised an eyebrow, taking her hand. I wondered if she wanted to sneak out for a quickie. I liked the sound of that. But that wasn't what she had in mind.
"Let's dance."
Camille
My face hurt from smiling and my feet hurt from dancing, and it was only ten thirty at night. But I still felt wonderful. I knew our wedding wouldn't wind down for at least an hour. But I'd tasted all the food and danced more than I had in years.
I was also the only person here who wasn't drinking champagne.
Cade, on the other hand, had had enough champagne to sedate a horse. I watched him, talking to my great aunt Sylvia with his siblings crowded around. He was so good with people, no matter their age or walk of life.
He'd even charmed my cat.
And that was saying something.
Now it was time for him to pay up on his promise. I'd waited all week, letting him do whatever he wanted when we were in bed. He had his fun, making me squirm.
Now it was my turn.
Luckily I was sober and he was a little bit sloshed. I smiled, my mind working in overdrive. I'd had a special package sent to the honeymoon suite. It wasn't just bridal lingerie and prenatal vitamins either.
No, I'd gotten some toys.
I'd also gotten a suite with a bed you could attach things to. Like handcuffs. Man sized handcuffs. With leather lining to keep him from getting injured.
Actually, they were more like old school manacles.
It was time to put them to use. I walked across the room to collect my husband. He was surrounded by adoring females, as usual. Only these were all under fifteen and over seventy-five.
"Come on handsome. Sorry girls, I need to steal him away."
He grinned at me, coming as willingly as a lap dog.
"Where are we going?"
I squeezed his hand and led him out of the main room and into the foyer. I waited until no one was looking and pulled him outside to the street. A limo was waiting for us there.
The driver opened the door and I held my hand out.
"Time to go, buttercup. Get in."
He looked shocked.
"We have to say goodbye to everyone!"
"No. We don't."
He smiled knowingly. He thought he had the upper hand. That was okay. He wouldn't be thinking that for long.
"I'm shocked Mrs. Dupree."
I climbed into the limo, smiling at my new name. The funny part was I'd put Rivers-Dupree down on the marriage license for BOTH of us. I wasn't sure he'd noticed.
Cade was taking my name too, whether he liked it or not.
The moment we were inside he pulled me against him, kissing me deeply. I was out of breath by the time we arrived at the hotel and Cade was fully erect. We'd spent the entire limo ride making out like teenagers.
It was a lot of fun, but I was eager to get to the main event.
We had a suite at one of the most venerated hotels in Manhattan for the rest of the weekend. That was the extent of our honeymoon. For now at least. We might take a longer trip in the off-season but it was still up for debate. We had a bun in the oven after all.
Cade simply couldn't take too much time off during the season. I didn't mind though. There were plenty of thrills to be had right here.
I leaned against him in the elevator to the penthouse.
"Tired, sweetheart?"
I shook my head 'no.'
We stepped inside and smiled at each other, a little uncertainly. We both knew that tonight was different. Special somehow.
Of course, Cade had no idea just how different it was going to be.
"Want to wash up?"
I gave him an odd look. Was he stalling? I knew he was aroused but I wasn't sure if he had caught on to my plans. I needed the element of surprise to pull this off.
"No. Do you?"
He shook his head and I sighed in relief. Though, if he showered I might have time to hide all my tools… I felt like a criminal, scheming like this.
But he deserved it. And like the saying goes, he had it coming.
And then some.
I felt unaccountably shy as he pressed me against him. I could feel how hard he was. Good. That's exactly how I wanted him.
And I was going to keep him like that.
All damn night.
He lifted my wedding dress off of me carefully, then pulled his own clothes off until he was standing there nude. I took him in, smiling appreciatively. His equipment was all mine now. And I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
"Cade?"
"Hmmm hmmm?"
"Get on the bed."
He raised his eyebrows, grinning at me. He thought we were playing a game. Good. Let him think that a little while longer.
"Yes, ma'am!"
I watched as he lay down. I told him to get in the center of the bed and he grinned wider. He watched eagerly as I crawled on top of him, straddling his chest. He reached for me and I grabbed one hand, cuffing him before he knew what was happening. I locked the cuff to the bedpost while he was distracted, pawing my ass with his other hand.
Then I sat back and smiled at him.
Cade Dupree looked at his bound arm then back at me. He looked surprised as hell. I was loving every minute of it.
Finally, I was the one with the upper hand.
"Surprise!"
Cade
"Does this hurt?"
I stared in shock at my bride. She'd shackled me to the bedpost before I
even noticed. It was only one arm, but still.
She took my other wrist and slapped a leather cuff on that one too. I didn't resist as she secured it to the other side of the bed, wondering what the hell she was up to. I had to admit I was curious. Intrigued even.
Mrs. Camille Dupree was full of surprises.
She walked around the bed, leaving my feet unbound. She pulled something else out and I started to shake my head 'no'.
A ball gag. My bride had a damn ball gag. That was right about when I started to get nervous as hell.
"Open up, buttercup."
I opened my mouth to protest but she was too fast. Once again I was impressed by my wife's reflexes and sneakiness. She could give lessons in setting a trap.
Or gagging a man who had a foot and a half of height on her.
I had a moment of concern that she was going to try and put something in my butt. I had to draw the line there. Anything else was pretty much fair game.
I really hoped there was a blowjob in her plans.
"If it hurts, let me know."
She covered her mouth with her hand, pretending to giggle shyly.
"Oops! You can't."
She smirked at me and stood up on the bed, straddling my head. Then slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself down.
"If you can get my panties wet, you get a prize."
I moaned and lifted my chin, rubbing my face up and down the sheer white lace of her panties. She was dolled up in a garter and a strapless corset. She looked like one of those famous lingerie models.
On steroids.
I inhaled deeply, loving the faint, warm scent of her. My dick twitched in response. Then she was gone.
She knelt beside me, running her fingernails over my skin. Up and down my thighs and over my belly, then down again. She avoided my cock completely, which was driving me nuts.
I stared at her fingers, trying to telepathically nudge them an inch to the left… or the right… just… there…
She lowered her lips so that they hovered over my cock, while staring into my eyes. She stuck out her tongue and briefly swirled it over my tip, nursing it with her soft lips. I groaned as my hips jerked upwards. But she stopped, all too soon.