Last Dance for Cadence

by Maren Smith

  He reached down between them, taking hold of the ginger root and fucking her with it now, in tandem with his movements.

  “You’ve been a very good girl.” He kissed her shoulder. “You’ve taken your spanking very well, so we’ll not go that far this time. But the next time you require a long, hard spanking—” She shivered as the slide of his cock coincided with the seductive growl of his words. “—your punishment won’t be over until I’ve fucked…your…ass.”

  The carpet drank in her cry when he sank into her again, filling up her pussy, the grinding push of his hips bumping up against the base of the ginger root, giving her the intensely pleasurable sensation of being thrust into both ways at once.

  “That’s a punishment?” she gasped, unable to bear it, raking her fingers through the carpet because she just had to latch onto something and there was simply nothing but her own hair to grip onto.

  Above her, Marcus stilled. Almost incredulously, he asked, “You think I can’t make it one?”

  She moaned, trying to ride him with her hips to get that motion and friction back again. “I’m sure you’d try your best.”

  He half laughed, half growled. It was such a shock of friction when he plucked the ginger root out of her. He offered her his hand and she took it, hanging onto him with both of hers and shivering all over when she felt the thick head of him reposition itself behind her. “Be careful what you wish for.”

  Sage advice, but it came way too late to offer Cadence much in the way of consolation. But then, maybe consolation wasn’t what she wanted, because while what followed might have started out as punishment (in some vague, half-serious way), somewhere along the way, from that first blinding thrust to last, it ended as anything but.

  EPILOGUE

  “Are you nervous, Dad?” Buddy asked.

  “Nope.”

  They stood in front of the church bathroom mirrors, in formal suits that were almost identical. Black pants and coats, white shirt, red ties. Marcus had been the one to tie Buddy’s necktie and, although not enough time had yet passed for his youngest to have made a complete mess of his clothes, when Marcus looped the tongue of his tie through the last knot and adjusted the length, Buddy copied his motions. Father and son, they straightened their ties together.

  “Are you nervous?” Marcus asked.

  “Nope.”

  “Do you still have the rings?”

  “Yup. See?” Buddy pulled a felt-covered box out of his coat pocket, and then he looked at it. “Why are we giving her two rings? Benny Jamison says it’s not a real wedding ring because it has a funny rock on it instead of a diamond. Yours has a diamond.”

  “Yes, it does, but any ring can be a wedding ring when it means something to the woman whose hand you slip it on.” Done playing with his tie, Marcus dropped to one knee and took the ring box from his son. He opened it carefully, a smile spreading across his features when he took in the contents. “This ring is very special.” He lay his fingers next to the one ringed in diamonds and sapphires and crowned by the fire opal. “Cadence’s Dad made it for her Mom way back when they were married a long, long time ago. When I put it on her hand, it means that all the things her daddy once promised her mommy, that is what I am now promising her.”

  He let his son look his fill before switching his finger to the second ring in the box. “This ring is from me,” he said, tapping the diamond twice. “It means all the same things the first one does, plus a few extra promises that I am making that are very special and only between those who are Head of Households and those who are Taken in Hand. Now, I know that doesn’t mean anything to you now, but maybe when you’re older it will.”

  Buddy nodded. “Okay.”

  “This ring,” Marcus continued, his smile returning as he tapped the third ring: bright orange, plastic and crowned with a spider. “I’m not sure where this came from.”

  “I got it on Halloween,” Buddy supplied. “When you’re done marrying her, then it’s my turn. I didn’t have any diamonds though. Do you think Cadence will mind?”

  “No.” Closing the ring box, he slipped it back into his son’s pocket. “I don’t think she’s going to mind at all.”

  Standing, he ruffled Buddy’s hair.

  “Dad!” Buddy quickly combed it down flat with his fingers.

  Grinning, Marcus faced the mirror again. He continued to adjust the fit of his clothes. “How about the baby? Are you looking forward to being a big brother?”

  “Kind of.” Hair once more back in place, Buddy frowned at his reflection. “Dad, are you sure there’s something in there?”

  Marcus snorted. “I wouldn’t be much of a doctor if I wasn’t.”

  “Yeah, but when Libby had a baby in her tummy, it went all the way out this much!” Buddy spread his arms out wide, arching his back to thrust out his own small stomach in emphasis.

  “It takes time for a tummy to get that big,” Marcus assured him. “Our baby is still very little. What are you hoping for, a little brother or a little sister?”

  “Sister,” Buddy said automatically. “Brothers suck.”

  “Language,” Marcus told him, but it was hard not to laugh at that.

  “They do,” Buddy defended, offering up his hand as he and his father left the bathroom. “They’re mean and they never let you play with them. And they always get to do the big boy stuff and they call me a baby ‘cause I’m too small. I’m not going to be that kind of brother. I’m going to be the good kind and play with her whenever she wants and I’m never going to call her a baby, even when she is one.”

  “Sounds like a good plan,” Marcus said, smiling down at him. “But you know, you can do all that even if you have a baby brother.”

  “I guess.” Buddy frowned as they walked down the long hall toward the chapel where the majority of Corbin’s Bend were already waiting. “I still want a sister, though.” He brightened. “Or a puppy.”

  “Sorry, Buddy,” Marcus chuckled. “That is not how that works.”

  “Is too. Benny Jamison’s mommy went away to have her baby and his Dad came home with a puppy.”

  And probably spent the next two months living in the dog house with it for adding to Ellie Jamison’s workload, Marcus thought. Not one word of which Buddy needed to hear. “We’ll have to see what happens, I guess,” he said instead, giving his son’s hand another squeeze.

  When they reached the chapel door, Marcus stopped and together they appraised the crowd. Father Beauchamp was already standing his post on the dais in front of the pews. Michael and Daniel stood in matching suits to one side. Daniel had already lost the fight for tie-tolerance, having pulled his loose enough that it now hung slightly crooked against his chest.

  “They’re going to pinch my cheeks, Dad,” Buddy said heavily, already staring down that gauntlet of women who were twisting around in the pews to see him. Some were already clutching their chests or their cheeks, whispering exclamations of: “Look at him! Isn’t he the cutest thing?”

  Marcus patted him on the back. “Run,” he advised.

  Buddy only made it halfway through the gauntlet before Maeve Harshaw caught him. In an instant, he was engulfed by well-meaning emotional ladies, all of them bound and determined to ruffle his hair or mark him in a blanket of lipstick kisses. His brothers laughed at him when he finally made it to the front. None of which Marcus paid any attention at all once he felt a tender hand tap his arm.

  “She’s coming,” Lizzy said, slipping past him to signal the pianist on the dais behind Father Beauchamp. She went to take her place beside her wife, Marilyn, in one of the front pews.

  The slow strains of a wedding march quelled the idle chitchat, bringing silence to the chapel and raising the excitement to levels so palpable that Marcus could almost taste it. He waited tensely, staring straight ahead. It was bad luck to see the bride before it was time, but when he felt the whisper of formal skirts brushing against his leg and that familiar touch of her hand slip into his, Marcus couldn’t help himself.
Cadence stole his breath away much as she’d done the very first time he’d seen her. That she wasn’t lying sprawled on his walkway with a soaking wet t-shirt and one of his sons stammering apologies hardly factored into it. She was beautiful, she was his, and she was gazing up at him with eyes that said she always wanted to be.

  Mama Venia walked with them down the aisle. It was her job to give away the bride. Marcus walked on her other side. Because Cadence—his stubborn, beautiful Cadence—refused to let her cane be part of the ceremonies, and it was his job to make sure she didn’t fall.

  Marcus didn’t let her climb the stairs, so Father Beauchamp came down to them. Michael brought the chair for her to sit on throughout the ceremony, because that was the compromise they had made to ensure her legs were well enough for the bride and groom to share the first dance at the reception later on. If anyone noticed the bright orange spider ring on the ring finger of her left hand, or that the new groom held his bride just a little too close and a little too tight (deliberately keeping his steps small and shallow to guard against any possibility of a fall), or that the bride could not stop smiling even while she cried, then they were much too polite to say a word.

  The End

  Maren Smith

  “Hi, I'm Maren. I'm 30, married to a wonderful, dominant man, and have five four–legged children: two dogs and three cats. I love strong, authoritative men–men who are both ready and willing to leave the lady of their choosing red–bottomed and weeping and for her own good. Writing has given me the wonderful freedom to explore my spanking side without feeling 'weird.' Even better, with the invention of the Internet, I can write what I love and know it will be appreciated by people with the same interests.”

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