“Jason, what are you doing here?” she asked.
“Lunch. Mrs Caster thinks you’re not eating enough.” He set the basket on a clean table. “You’re going to let them have a lunch break too, right?”
She frowned. “Sure. I think we’re about done. You have the instructions. From tonight on, this is your responsibility. I want pictures taken, information documented, and text me with any problems. We need these expensive pieces to thrive.”
“Maybe you should wait until we’re back? I don’t want it to ruin your honeymoon,” Jason said.
“These are living things, they can’t wait. They need care and proper attention while we’re gone. Which I know you three can handle. Please just make sure to coordinate your schedules so no check-ins are missed. Thank you. You can take the afternoon off.” Fiona smiled at Jason.
“That was kind of you,” he said, as the underlings quickly left before she changed her mind.
“They’re either ready or they’re not. These aren’t plants they’ve had the chance to tend before. It’ll be fine. Just something to fuss about. Once the honeymoon is over, I can pamper them.” She walked up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He kissed her soundly and felt both of their tension levels ease. “No second thoughts?”
“No, of course not. The stress is just people looking at me. Our families and friends and all the attention plus the tradition.” She hugged him tighter. “I like to design flowers. I never wanted to be a princess.”
“I thought every girl wanted to be a princess.” He frowned.
“Sure, but I wanted gardens of flowers, and nice things, and dresses. I’ve never been one for public speaking or competitive beauty pageants.” She rolled her eyes.
“You don’t mind being in the dungeon and letting others watch you orgasm,” he reminded her.
She blushed and pressed closer to him. “Then I’m not thinking about anyone but you. I don’t care who sees me or what they think. Your attention is what I want. The kinky end of the commitment ceremony doesn’t worry me at all.”
“Good. Just focus on me at the legal wedding and you’ll be fine then.” He loved how she zoned into him deeply even when they played where others could see. A few times he’d mentored new Doms and let them practise with a flogger or paddle on Fi. Her pain tolerance allowed for a few slips and she would tell them very plainly if they were off the mark or falling short.
He’d miss watching her in action.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
He shook off the concerns. “Nothing. I just want to make sure you eat. I won’t have you fainting on me.”
“I’m not dieting or anything. It’s only the nerves. What did you bring me?” She opened the basket.
“Mrs Caster was concerned. I don’t care if you don’t fit into the dress.” He kissed the back of her neck.
“You’d love it if I busted the seams.” She pulled out pasta salad and peppered chicken sandwiches on artisan bread.
“I don’t care what you wear.” He opened a bottle of water. “Dig in.”
“What are you here for really? Bored?” she asked.
He shrugged. “If I go into the office, I’ll get in trouble with Martha. Plus things are all under control. Might as well spend time with the woman I love.”
“Sweet.” She handed him a plate loaded with food and filled one for herself. “What else is going on? I can see the wheels turning in your mind. You never stop.”
“Only when I’m playing.” He settled in to eat and watched her.
He loved just the calm of being with her. She ate well and drank the whole bottle of water before she pushed him again.
“What is on your mind?” She grabbed brownies for dessert and passed him one.
He shrugged and focused on the food so she’d indulge in the chocolate. The smile on her face said a lot. She even licked her fingers clean.
He fed her his last bite of brownie, then licked her fingers slowly. She moaned and now knew what he had on his mind.
“I wanted to ask you a favour,” he said.
“Anything.” She ran her hands over his chest.
“Find Teddy the right sub. Introduce him to some new people.” He didn’t want her to freak out that Teddy was alone or have any strain on the friendship.
Fi smiled. “I’ll try. If I thought I knew the right woman, I’d have done it by now. It’s not like I’m keeping him for myself. But I’ll make more of an effort. Network at the dungeon more with newbies. Don’t get mad if I’m socialising more then.”
“I’m never mad when you bond with other subs. That’s what the dungeon is for. We’re not alone in our kink.” He picked up one of her gardening tools that looked like a big misshapen fork and ran it up one ass cheek and down the other.
“I know…but it seems like marriage might alter your attitude. We need to talk through those issues so we don’t get off track. I know we’re solid, but newbies will goof up and hit on me.” She ran her fingers over the fly of his trousers.
“I’ll punish them, no worries there.” His erection grew as he kissed her slowly.
“I don’t want you to get jealous.” She unzipped his pants and slid his cock free.
He watched her kneel down. She sucked him without permission. Pulling the clip from her hair, he let her play for a moment.
“Not even a please or Sir, may I?” He shook his head and coiled her red hair around his hand.
“Please take me inside and punish me for it,” she replied.
He took a step back. “Strip.”
“Here?” She looked at the door.
“You gave them the afternoon off. Do it or safeword out,” he challenged.
She stood and unbuttoned her jeans. Dressed to get dirty, she kicked off her loafers and pushed the pants down. Her hot pink thong went with it. Finally she tugged off her grey T-shirt and unhooked the pink bra.
He yanked the bra out of the way, then sucked and squeezed her tits like he’d been waiting for days. He probed between her legs and she moaned. She was already a little damp and he smiled. Tonguing her nipple, he cupped her ass cheeks.
“Punish me,” she said.
Making her wait was the punishment. He had to be creative to keep her coming and begging. He pinched and rolled her undecorated nipple. “I want to enjoy this nipple before it’s pierced and tender.”
“I don’t have to have it pierced,” she moaned.
“You do. You love it.” He licked around and around her areola. Then he fingered her pussy and found her slick.
“I do. I love you more. Fuck me, please. Sir!” She gasped as he rubbed her clit.
He stepped back from her and opened his fly fully. He slid down his pants and boxer briefs then sat on a wooden bench and nodded to Fiona.
* * * *
Kneeling on the hard floor, she took her time. A slow crawl would make him spank her longer and harder. He loved playing with her but craved the sex as much as she did.
When she arrived, she kissed his insanely expensive shoe and nuzzled her way up his leg. His throbbing cock would wait while she did everything just right. He fisted a hand in her hair and guided her up to his sac.
Inhaling, she flicked his balls with her tongue. She sucked his flesh and dared to look up at him. Those deep blue eyes watched her every move.
“No, no playing now. Stand up and face away from me.” He tugged her hair.
She obeyed and waited for more instructions. None came. He smacked her ass. Moaning, she looked around at all her gorgeous flowers as he made her wait. It wasn’t their dungeon but it turned her on almost as much.
The pulsing in her cunt grew harder as he worked her ass. Finally he pulled her down on his erection until her pussy was full.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whimpered in relief.
He held her hips and made her ride for a minute. Then he forced her legs over his. She hooked her feet around his calves and loved the exposed sensation as she lifted.
“No,
my little sub. Not yet.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and forced her down all the way on his cock. Then he leaned her forward. He pushed her shoulders down with his other hand.
She fought the falling sensation for a second and reached out to brace herself.
“Let go, trust me. Relax your body.” He held her tight. Finally her hands and forearms were braced on the floor and his cock was still deep in her pussy as her legs found a comfortable position on either side of Jason.
“This is new, Sir.” She took a deep breath as she took in just how vulnerable she was.
“I knew you’d like it.” He slapped her ass.
The sting delighted her skin and the vibration worked through her body. “Thank you, Sir. Harder, please.”
“You love a challenge.” He added force and smacked her ass repeatedly so the flesh rippled.
Her hips relaxed as the position grew on her. Rotating her hips, she added a dose of pleasure with the kinky pain. He thrust into her then slapped her ass hard.
“I love you,” she moaned. She let herself go lower, her breasts pressed to the ground, adding to the submissive and dirty feeling. He knew how to play her so well.
“Damn right you do. I’ll always find a way to keep you on edge and challenged.” He squeezed her ass and moved her on his erection. She moved with him.
“I know you will.” The sexual drive took over and her skin tingled. Somewhere in her mind she questioned why he was worried. Would he get bored with marriage?
He tapped her clit with a single finger and thought became impossible. She screamed as the orgasm spread deeply throughout her body. Bracing her hands on the floor, she pushed back to fuck him.
“Thank you, Sir!” she gasped.
He pulled out and she yelped at the loss. It wasn’t physical pain but she wanted to feel him climax. Instead she had to listen to him grunt. The hot cream landed on her ass.
“Good girl.” He massaged his cum into her skin and gave her a few slaps that stung more with moisture.
“I’ll need a shower.” Her arms were streaked with the soil that had inevitably landed on the floor.
“Stand up and turn around. Let me see what at dirty girl you are.” He pinched her rump.
She crawled off him and her knees felt wobbly as she went a few feet to show off her ass. Standing slowly, she wanted to ask if he was worried about being bored with only her for the next sixty years. It’d take work on both of their parts, but he was showing her his creativity now. Solving the problem, in part. She needed to appreciate it and let go of the fear.
Turning, she kept her head down. The dirt was smeared over her breasts and arms. “Am I dirty enough for you, Sir?”
“For now, yes. Another night I’ll bring you out here and see just how dirty I can get you.” He rose and closed his pants. “Get dressed and I’ll help you shower.”
She smiled and reached behind her. The tingling deep in her ass told her it was good. But the position had thrown her off enough that she needed to see it. Touching her bottom, she felt the heat radiate and she made herself flinch.
“Good?” he asked.
“Amazing.” She threw her arms around him and kissed him.
Rubbing her breasts over his perfectly crisp white shirt, she smiled, thinking of the next round. The material was soft and expensive. He wouldn’t care about the shirt or the money but he’d take the challenge and spend the rest of the day on her discipline. All she had to do tonight was the dress fitting.
“You are a slutty brat,” he said in her ear.
“And you’re going to marry me.” She turned and found her clothing.
“Damn right,” he said.
Chapter Four
As the reception dwindled down, Jason watched as his dad then his dad’s boyfriend twirled the bride around the dance floor. She was a vision in a strapless white gown with subtle gems that made her sparkle.
When Teddy cut in and steered her in Jason’s direction, he laughed. The parents finally left and the kinky crowd went home to change.
“I’m going to head over and check on things.” Teddy handed Fiona off.
“Thanks for everything.” She gave him a hug.
“Absolutely. Good job, best man.” Jason shook his hand.
“The big show is next.” Teddy winked. “See you there.”
Alone, Jason hugged her. “The wedding was perfect. Even my mom was impressed and she’s very critical.”
Fi blushed. “Thanks. The scariest stuff is done and we can just be ourselves and enjoy.”
“You’re sure you want to do the kink commitment? They don’t have to be at the same time.” He plucked the veil from her head.
“What?” She pulled away. “Do you not want it? We’re married so the big legal part is done. As far as the bedroom, I’ve been committed to you before today and it won’t be any different tomorrow. Marriage changes some things but you think it has to change a lot.”
“You don’t like the rule change? Being denied Teddy and other men. Tell me the truth.” He’d tried to get this out of her but perhaps he hadn’t been direct enough. Hell, he hadn’t wanted to have the fight. His mistake and now he had to face it.
“I don’t love anyone else. I don’t want to please anyone but you.” She knelt in the middle of the dance floor. “I’m yours sexually. You’ve never broken my limits or brought me any harm. I love how you keep me on my toes. I loved the play in the greenhouse. If you don’t ever want to share me, fine. As long as I’m pleasing you, I’m happy. Don’t lie to yourself, though, Sir.”
“Get up. Not in public is your limit.” He pointed at her and watched the door.
“I think you’re having doubts and putting them on me.” Her lip quivered.
He grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her up to standing. Her breasts shifted in the strapless top and the gleam of her piercing teased him. “I have no doubts about your love or devotion. Still, marriage is long and hard. You have to be very honest with me about your kink.”
“You think I’m the one who’ll have a problem with the change. It’s not me.” She grabbed the corset built into the wedding dress and adjusted herself so her breasts lay perfectly.
“What isn’t working? You said as long as you were pleasing me, you were happy.” He tried to hold back his defensive instincts but the fussy traditional day had him frustrated.
“I am. You love watching me. I see it in your eyes. It’s not about Teddy or whichever male you choose. Yes, I enjoy kinky sex with more than one man but if you didn’t love it, I couldn’t do it. If it really hurt you or bothered you, I wouldn’t do it ever. Yet you’re the one who wants to make this change like I’d be cheating on you.”
“Marriage is different.” He remembered the pain in his mother’s eyes tonight. Even after all of those years and a new husband, she still felt betrayed.
“I know, but we’re not your parents. I’d never sneak around and I know you’d never do that to me. If I have a fantasy, I tell you and we talk about it. If you wanted to Dom a male sub to see if you had any of your father’s tendencies, I’d want a front-row seat.”
He frowned.
She smiled. “I know you have no desire for that but it’s an example. I know that you love me. Sex play is just that. Kink is a need and an outlet that works for us. We’re so lucky to have found each other and share it. I can’t promise you the future won’t bring changes. We just have to work together.”
“Changes.” He could roll with the punches in business but in his personal life he needed control. There was no doubt he held the power.
“Our love will grow and endure. You’re letting vanilla rules dictate your kink love.” She folded her arms.
He walked up to her and stared her down. “You’d keep doing it if I wanted to share you?”
“Plenty of married kinky couples share. I get a veto if I feel uneasy with someone. But if you wanted to watch me with a woman, I’d try it…to please you. Maybe I’d like it? Maybe I wouldn’t. Never tried
it. Don’t deny yourself something you love because your father couldn’t handle his sexuality in the most upfront and honourable way.”
“I know you’d never go behind my back. I just never thought I’d be in a traditional institution like marriage with kink.” He still had a hard time with the apple pie view of family that had been shattered for him so young. “I want you to be only mine.”
“I am. If you doubt that at all, don’t come tonight. I’ll see you at home and we can talk it out. Right now, I’m going to the dungeon to get changed. Marriage is a long time, Jason. I hope we have at least sixty years together.”
“So you want other men to keep it interesting?” He feared losing her more than anything else in life.
Her soft laugh grated on him.
“I don’t want you to get bored with me. I’d rather leave kinky options on the table and talk about them when they come up. If you want to mentor a new Dom and let him practise on me, I love helping. If Teddy has a horrible breakup and needs our help distracting him from the pain, we would be very good at that. I only want your love but a true sub isn’t selfish. Your limits are because of you and I don’t want you to resent me twenty years from now,” she said.
In that gauzy white dress she was transparent to him. He saw her heart and soul belonged to him. She knew him better than he knew himself. The tears in her eyes went right to his heart. Before he could figure out what to say, she turned and left.
The advice he’d received from the married men at work already had been proven true. If you wanted peace, the wife was always right! Luckily, in the bedroom the Dom had the responsibility to lead. He could fix this.
* * * *
In the women’s dressing room of the dungeon, Fiona sat as the other subs fussed over her hair. She’d changed into the green lace corset that just covered her nipples. There was a matching lace see-through skirt. Some subs committed naked but Jason liked it when she dressed up for him.
“You’re not okay.” Martha entered.
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