by Anna Edwards
"That is what they do as well isn't it?"
"Who?"
"The Doms?"
"Yes. For your faith in them, they reward you with protection and trust."
"That sounds nice. No fear for once."
"Oh, I don't know about that. There is a look a Dom gets."
"I think I read that in your book. Made my knees quiver. I can't wait to see it." Both of them laughed. "Thank you. You didn't have to help me. After what they did to him."
"Shush. That is in the past. We’re doing nothing but looking forward now."
She leant forward and brought Colette into an embrace this time.
"Goodbye, Colette."
"Goodbye, Amy."
When she left the room, she found James casually leaning against a pillar
"Can we go home now? I feel exhausted, and I just want to hold Thomas for at least three hours." Her bottom lip quivered when she spoke. He brought his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
"As long as you plan on holding me for those three hours as well."
"Deal."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
James
James stood at the doorway watching Amy while she tidied up the mess that was their lounge. Toys, books and a variety of baby grows were strewn all over the floor. Their six-month-old son had more belongings than he did. "How does something so tiny make so much mess?"
"Just you wait. He was pulling his knees up again today. It will be a matter of weeks before he is crawling, and then this mess won't be contained anymore."
"How is the nanny working out?" Amy had recently expressed an interest in going back to the dance school for a couple of hours a week and having one day just to write. They’d interviewed what must have been hundreds of applicants before they settled on five possibilities. Matthew had then conducted a final interview with them. Only one survived his scrutiny. James had given her a set of rooms in the house.
"She’s great. I think I would be lost without her. Do you know I wrote three chapters today? The book is nearly done already. I can't believe it."
"Do you have to write tonight?"
"I could take the night off."
"Yeah?"
"Well, I’ll have to listen out for Thomas. Mia and Sonia are going out for a drink."
"You don't want to go with them?"
"I have other plans."
"Do they involve me?"
"If you want."
He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, then abandoned all care and deepened it. A cough came from behind them. He drew back and frowned. Amy giggled.
"Yes, Matthew."
"Sorry, Boss. I just had the word. Colette was released today."
"Did Larson pick her up?"
"Yes."
"How did it go?" He wrapped his arm around Amy's tiny frame and pulled her closer.
"Apparently he’s been going in there for a couple of weeks now. They hit it off straight away. Colette's going to stay with him and see how it goes."
"Is he going to report back to you?" Amy asked this time.
"Do you want him to?" Matthew questioned.
"Yes."
"Then I’ll get him to give reports on a regular basis."
"Thank you, Matthew." Amy smiled at him.
"Will you need me for anything else tonight, boss?"
"Sonia's out this evening?" He replied.
"Yes."
"Good." He picked the baby monitor up from the table and threw it at his bodyguard. "One interruption an evening is enough. Amy, dungeon. You have five minutes. Matthew, you are on Thomas duty. Have fun."
He left his opened-mouthed bodyguard and followed Amy down the corridor.
She was kneeling, naked, on the floor when he entered his dungeon. Her hands neatly on her thighs in slave position. Her head was bowed, but when he came, she looked up at him. Her big blue eyes adoring with love for him. After she had asked him for a play room, he had built it straight away. It had been ready for two weeks now, and they’d played in it a few times, but tonight he was going to test her limits.
"What is your safe word?"
"Rose."
"Use it, and everything stops."
"Yes, Master."
"I want to play a lot tonight. I will use the traffic light system also just to make sure. Tell me what that means."
"Green, I feel happy. Yellow, you will pause, and we will discuss what I am nervous about. Red, we stop altogether and will go to our bedroom, and discuss why I used an ending safe word."
"Good. Do you remember why we originally got this room?"
"Because Matthew and Sonia had a St Andrews Cross and I wanted one."
"Cheeky little Subbie asking for toys."
"Don't ask, don't get, Sir."
"In that case what would you like me to do to you?"
"I wish whatever my Master is pleased to give me."
"Doesn't work that way." The banter between them was always so free and easy. She was pressing his buttons because, in the end, he’d get her off even harder. They were very much two halves of the same whole.
"I want to be tied to the cross, Sir."
"And then what?"
"I think I should be spanked, Sir."
"Why?"
"I may have had improper thoughts about another man today."
"Who was he?" His hand was already twitching, his cock rising in his loose track pants from her teasing.
"He was the hero in my new book."
He took a prowling step forward, one of his calloused hands resting under her chin and tipping it up so that her eyes met his rapidly blackening ones.
"Tell me about him." His voice was deep and commanding.
"He was tall, had blue eyes, dark features, muscular, that 'v' that leads to a promised land." She was already breathy.
"Did it make you wet?"
"Yes."
A raised an eyebrow at her evident faux par.
"Yes, Sir."
"Better. Stand."
She did as instructed, and he turned her around, pulling her close to him. Running a hand over her stomach and down to the cleft between her legs, she already had her arousal coating her sex.
"Were you this wet?"
"No, Master. I only get this wet when you touch me."
He brought his fingers back up to her mouth and pressed them in so she could taste herself on them.
"Only I will ever do this to you. Make you overflow with desire for me."
She nibbled lightly on the end of his finger. He pressed his mouth to her ear.
"Get on the cross, beautiful. Face me."
He let her go, and she scrambled quickly over to the wooden structure in the corner of the room. He fastened the four leather cuffs to her arms and legs. He could hear her trying to keep her breath calm.
"Colour?"
"Green."
"You sure?"
"Verging on amber but yes, green."
He dropped a little kiss to her right breast.
"Totally green now." She giggled, and he smacked her thigh.
"I think I will rescind your speaking rights for that."
She pouted.
"I wouldn't do that…"
She pouted deeper.
"I think I need to adorn my mischievous little submissive with some jewellery."
This time she squirmed, and he chuckled, picking up two barrel clamps from a tray nearby. He tweaked a nipple till it budded out with a rush of blood.
"A beautiful colour."
She hissed out a moan of ecstasy when he applied the clip. Her eyes focused on everything that he was doing to her. He loved that attention. It was devotion on his wife's part. He repeated the process with the other clip and took a step back.
"A gorgeous sight, but I believe you need more."
Next, he took a clit clamp, and her eyes widened. It wasn't one they had used before.
"Colour?"
"Does it hurt?"
"It increases pleasure."
"Green."<
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"Let's find that sexy little clit of yours, then, shall we." He got down on his knees before her and parted her delicate folds. She still kept herself waxed bare for him, so it didn't take him long to find her clit just peeking out of its hood.
"I sometimes wonder if you are ever not turned on when I am around."
"I can't help it. I only have to feel your breath near me, and I am hot and horny."
"Don't ever change."
"I don't plan on doing so."
He licked the length of her slit, his stubbled jaw scraping against her slender thighs. She whimpered under his touch, and he had to shift his uncomfortable cock.
"I think your little bud is ready for it adornment now."
He applied the clamp, and Amy wiggled with delight. Her arousal was dripping down her legs.
"I seem to remember you fantasising about another man. That means punishment." He lifted a small leather flogger. It wasn't meant to mark her skin, just bring her to the point of orgasm.
"I want a count of ten."
That would keep her focused for now.
Lightly he flicked the flogger against her skin, and she counted. One against her stomach, only slightly curved now from where she carried their child. One against each side of her breasts, not on the clamps. Back to her stomach again and then two on her thighs.
"Six." She counted each time correctly.
His lips twisted this time; he knew where he was heading with the next swish of his wrist.
Thud, and the jangle of metal.
He had brought it down on her left nipple.
Her voice wobbled, and she shut her eyes when she counted seven.
The right breast followed before he whacked the clamp between her legs. He allowed that one to reverberate through her body before allowing ten to come down in the same place.
He could see she was sliding. He exchanged the flogger for a stronger one. I wouldn't mark her skin, but it would give a harder sting.
"I am going to give you another ten. I will count this time."
Her eyes opened, focused briefly, consent given, trust given, control given so he brought the flogger down in ten more strikes. On the tenth one, she exploded, her screams of orgasm echoing his name around the room. Her whole body was limp on the cross, her eyes shut while she shuddered. He removed the clamp on her clit, and it sent her off again as all the blood rushed back. He brought his mouth to her ear.
"I love you. Fly high, my beauty." A hissed moan greeted the removal of the clamps on her breasts. When he’d done away with the cuffs, he scooped her into his arms and brought her to a sofa in the corner of the room. He shrouded her in a blanket because she was covered in a sheen of sweat and he didn't want her to get cold.
Eventually she spoke. "What was that?"
"Subspace."
"I don't think I have ever come that hard before. It just kept going."
"I think you may have a thing for a little bit of pain. I can't wait to explore that."
She shifted on his lap. "Did you come?"
"No. Later."
She slid from his lap onto her knees on the floor.
"May I?"
He nodded.
Amy pulled him out of his pants and took him into her mouth. He put his head back on the top of the sofa. She stopped and looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" He pulled her back up onto his lap.
"This is forever isn't it?"
"What?"
"Us. Like this. We can be like this forever now? We may fight, but we will always come back to this."
He rubbed his hand over her still slightly slick hair and brought her lips to his.
"Yes. It will always come back to the bonds we share. The love that joins us together."
"Are you happy?"
"I couldn't be happier. Well I could, I do believe your lips were wrapped around my cock."
"Oops." She slid back down to her knees.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
EPILOGUE
Marie
“Something old?”
“I’ve got nanna’s old pearl earrings.” Marie double, no triple checked the backing was securely fastened. These earrings had managed to survive a war, things she didn’t want to know about what her mother got up to in the sixties, not being sold to pay back drug dealers and a fire which burnt pretty much everything else. She wasn't going to risk losing them on her wedding day. Her mother marked ‘old’ off the checklist.
“Something new?”
“My necklace from Callum.” She was planning on using the five-inch wedding shoes that Amy North and Sonia Anderson had insisted on taking her shopping to buy, but before they parted last night, Callum had presented her with a delicate heart pendant. She had cried with joy of course and then presented him with a reminder of what she was willing to do as his wife when she sank to her knees.
As for Amy and Sonia, there was a time when she didn’t think it possible but they were probably her BFFs now. Strange, so very strange.
“Pay attention Marie, you're daydreaming again.” Her mother brought her out of her reverie with a jolt.
“What’s next?”
“Something borrowed?”
“My tiara from Callum’s mum. It’s one she’s worn to a function with the Queen you know.”
“You’ve only told me that about a hundred times now.”
“But it’s something the Queen has seen, and I’m wearing it.”
“I took you to see the crown jewels when you were little, and the Queen sees them all the time. I seem to remember you yawning and asking when we could go home.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“I’m wearing the jewels this time.”
They both laughed.
“Do I need to even ask what your something blue is?”
She lifted her skirt up and flashed the garter belt on her thigh. “My underwear is blue as well, but I’m saving that for Callum.”
“Too much information.”
“Sorry, mum.”
He mother stopped in front of her. A tear trickled down her cheek.
“I’m so proud of you. Callum is perfect, and you'll be so happy together. I thought there was a time when we wouldn’t see this. I thought you'd get dragged down by everything and wake up one day and realise that you'd wasted your life.”
“I thought that'd happen as well. I never dared allowed myself to actually imagine marrying someone I loved. At best, I thought it would be someone that was willing to care for us financially so we could get away from Freddie.”
“Don’t think about him today. He’s out of our lives permanently. Rotting in hell.”
“I won’t. Oh God.” She wiped under her eyes. “We need to stop with the emotional stuff, or I’m going to have mascara running down my face and look a fright when I greet my husband-to-be at the altar.”
“He’d still marry you. I wouldn’t worry.”
“Mama?” Owen had been sitting playing quietly in the corner of the room. She wasn’t sure when it had started, but recently he’d been calling her mama all the time. She felt bad--the words should have been for her sister -- but Owen was her child, in reality.
“Yes, my little monkey?”
“You look really pretty.”
“Thank you. You look rather fine yourself in that suit.”
Today was a big day for him as well. Not only was Marie taking Callum’s last name but Owen was going to take it as well. It would unite them all as a family.
“Am I Owen Ashworth yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Oh.”
“Do you remember what you have to do first?”
“I have to be a really big boy and walk Nanna down the...I forgot the word.” His speech was really developing. Dave—and she chuckled every time she said his name—had been spending time with him reading.
“Aisle.”
“I have to walk Nanna down the aisle, and t
hen you will come down and marry Daddy. Then I become a Ashworth.”
Marie’s breath caught; he’d called Callum Daddy. It was the first time. She wished Callum was with her to hear it.” Her mum turned away.
“Yes, when mama marries daddy, then we are all Ashworths.”
“And then we can have the cake?” He smiled hopefully.
“You’re a little rascal aren’t you?”
“I like cake. The top bit is chocolate all for me.”
“I think you may have to share it.”
There was a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” She called out.
“James.” The voice from behind the door replied.
“And Matthew.”
What were they doing here? Alright, they were guests at the wedding. Notable guests that she’d seated at the same table as her family because let’s face it that consisted of only her mother and Owen.
“Come in?”
The door opened, and they both stood there open mouthed admiring her in her princess wedding gown.
“You look fantastic.” James came over and kissed her on the cheek.
“You scrub up well.” Matthew did the same.
“Is Callum alright?” Had he changed his mind? He didn’t want to marry her. He’d finally realised he was too good for her. She started to breathe far too rapidly in the tight-fitting corset.
“Calm down.” Matthew handed her the half-glass of champagne she'd been sipping throughout the morning. It was warm now, but she drank it down in one long gulp.
“Callum told us you're walking yourself down the aisle?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that is not going to happen.”
The two large Doms crowded her.
“You'll have two escorts. We’re not giving you away, cause you work for James, and he never wants to get rid of you. I think, even when you have a baby, he’ll want you back at your desk the next day.” Matthew held out his hand.
“Hell yes, she’s not even allowed a day off sick cause I can’t find anything. Look at it as… us bringing you to the man we see good enough to marry you.” James held out his hand.
She took both of their hands and burst into tears.
“Oh god, her makeup. Marie stop crying.”
James and Matthew looked terrified as her mother sprang at her with tissues and a mascara wand.