by Christy Poff
Once they left the city, she shed the jacket, knelt before him and went down on him as she'd been promised earlier.
"My God, woman..."
"How may I please you?"
"Come here so I can fuck you senseless,” he commanded, sliding his pants out of her way. She mounted his cock, then let him do the rest. She loved the look in his eyes, total devotion and lust.
"We're getting married as soon as I can get the license and the minister."
She cried out his name as he filled her. Her body's erotic dance drove him more as he took her nipple between his teeth. A little nibble made her jump and pull his head to her breasts.
"I can't wait to be your wife."
"Good, because I want you in every damned way I can get you."
"I am yours, Ross. You are my master. I am your dominated slave. I've never felt as good and comfortable with my life as I do right now. Having you tell me what to do, what to wear, ordering dinner and then feeding me—I've never known such glorious bliss. I love not having to worry whether or not I've made the right or wrong decision."
"Before we go get the licenses and the other needed things, I need to know something."
"What?"
"Are you absolutely positive you want to spend the rest of your life under my dominance and as my complete submissive?"
"Only to you. I want to be your wife, lover, slave, mistress—I want you any way I can have you."
Ross smiled, remembering her luscious lips brushing his cock seconds before she went down on him. He'd never enjoyed blow jobs like the ones Sheridan gave him and she only got better. His cock swelled with the memory.
"Sheridan, we can get married today if you'd like."
"But what about all your friends? It's short notice..."
"We'll host a gala later, though many of them would drop everything to be here."
"I need Stasia."
"I'll send my jet for her."
"Let's do it tomorrow. I need some time so I can be perfect for my master."
"Get over here, my lovely slave."
Chapter 12
Yelena set her plan in motion. She took what she needed to the abandoned suite and made her preparations. She secured restraints to a beam and made sure she'd be able to hook a spreader bar to the floor. The good doctor loved bondage and she would get it as her dying wish.
Yelena looked out the window toward the main house—one she intended to rule over once again.
"No, Sheridan, not this time either..."
She thought back several years to when she first came to the ranch. She had a new face, a new history, even a new accent. He'd taken her in, training her as a slave but she moved up in position once she forced Mistress Stasia to leave. Thoughts of Stasia stopped Yelena.
Stasia had been involved in Ross’ life too much of late and Yelena didn't like it, especially when she pulled rank on her over Ross. Yelena smiled.
"Once I'm back in the main house, I'll invite the witch over to call a truce. Bring her here and they can die together."
Yelena's body ached for her master. She'd lost him twice and would not lose him a third time—absolutely not. Six years had been pure torture, the last several weeks almost the same. After the first time, she vowed it would not happen again and yet, it had.
She remembered back to her rodeo days as Miss Rodeo Northwest. Falling in love with the cowboys on the circuit had been forbidden for several reasons but she fell hard for Ross Beckham. They began their clandestine relationship, meeting in small motels near event venues while following the circuit. The governing body never caught on but her husband did.
They'd finished up a round at an invitational event in Omaha and met at a quiet hotel off the main drag. While deep in the throes of lust and passion, her husband broke into the room, dragged Ross out of bed and beat him, leaving her lover broken and near death. Her husband dragged her from the room and they disappeared—never heard from again.
Two years later, he flew into a drunken rage in a Mexican cantina taking his anger out on her. When the police finished, her husband lay dead and she woke later in a hospital. Several surgeries later and her plastic surgeon showed her the face she'd wear the rest of her life. He'd transformed her from a Northern United States rodeo queen into a Latin beauty. During her recovery, she adapted to her new surroundings, changing herself into Yelena.
Quietly, she tried to find Ross Beckham, wanting the only man who'd ever made her happy while satisfying her back in her old life. She found him working on a huge ranch in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho and started to make plans for their reunion.
Through various grapevines and chat rooms, she learned the owner of the ranch trained submissives—sexual slaves.
"What a novel idea..."
She could try to get him back while exploring her kinkier side, only the ranch turned out to be totally different from what she'd imagined. She became a slave, moving onto the ranch, Ross no wiser. She learned about the ranch and Master R, plus Ross’ part in the operation.
Everyone accepted her but being a slave wasn't good enough for her. It took some time but, thanks to her machinations, she pushed Mistress Stasia to leave the ranch. Her departure moved Yelena up higher in the ranks and very close to Master R and Ross Beckham.
Everything ran smoothly until Doctor Sheridan Greenlaw appeared, taking Ross’ heart with her. She'd gotten rid of Sheridan once; the second time would be permanent.
Coming back to the present, she made sure of everything, then slipped into the passageways of the mansion so she could learn the latest on her master. Soon...
* * * *
Ross called Erika, Alvaro and Garth into his study.
"I need the three of you to start making phone calls to the names on these lists. The affair will start at five, reception to follow."
"The event, Master?"
"Our wedding, though I'd like to keep it a secret and surprise everyone. We don't want gifts, just their presence and friendship."
Alvaro and Garth left, Erika remaining behind.
"Master, if after your..."
"You'll remain in the pool house and you'll train anyone I choose to bring here."
"Yes, Master, thank you."
"Erika, Sheridan wants you here and so do I. Besides, if we need a third..."
Erika smiled, relieved.
"Will Mistress Sheridan want me to continue tending her..."
"I can't see why not."
"Is there anything else I can do?"
"Talk to the caterer and tell him I want surf and turf for the main entrée. We'll use the main ballroom after Sheridan and I marry on the lawn. Warren has the hands setting up the tent now."
"Sounds like you've been busy."
"Since we came home last night. The plane's flying down to Sun Valley to pick up..."
"Mistress Stasia!” she exclaimed, overjoyed.
"Yes, prepare her room yourself and one for her assistant."
"Yes, Master."
"If there's anything else, I'll let you know."
Erika gave him a kiss.
"Congratulations, Master Ross. The two of you make a truly special couple."
"Thank you, Erika. You have always been a bright light around here."
Ross watched her leave, then gasped when Sheridan entered wearing the black pinstripe suit he'd laid out for her to wear to the courthouse. She wore it without the shell, seductive while extremely professional looking. The sandals she wore finished the look.
"Perfection, m'love."
"Do you have what you'll be wearing, or do we have to go look for it?"
"Yes, Mistress."
He stood up and led her out to the Mercedes. They drove into Coeur d'Alene and, after they signed the necessary documents and provided results from blood tests Bentley performed, they left with their marriage licenses.
He went to an office building nearby, Sheridan loving his meticulous nature. They waited a moment in the outer office of Clive Anderson, an old friend of Ross'.
"Judge?” she asked.
"Federal bench."
"Oh."
"Ross, how are you?” a short, older man asked as he hurried out to greet them. She detected the hint of a British accent but couldn't be sure, although he reminded her of the host of the original Whose Line is it? on BBC.
"Fine. Clive, this is Sheridan, my fiancée."
"Pleasure. Congratulations to you both."
"Thanks. I need a favor."
"What can I do to help?"
"Marry us tomorrow at five at the ranch."
"You got it,” he answered after checking his schedule.
"Fantastic, we'll see you around..."
"Four, I want a chance to ride for a little bit."
"I'll let Warren know to saddle Corbel for you."
"Great, see you then."
A few minutes later, they walked down the street to a florist where Ross ordered the flowers and several arrangements.
"I need them by three tomorrow afternoon."
"Sir, I don't know..."
Ross slid money across the counter paying for everything, plus a five hundred dollar incentive.
"Well?” he asked.
"We'll do it. Thank you, Mister Beckham."
They left, Sheridan laughing.
"What?"
"Everyone obeys you, Master."
"Seems they do."
* * * *
When they returned home, they went to their suite. Opening the door, they met a beautiful surprise. Stasia, in a black corset and thong, waited for them, kneeling in presentation.
"Very nice,” he complimented. He went to her, helping her to stand.
"Thank you, Master, how is our slave?"
"See for yourself."
Sheridan quietly stripped out of the suit leaving her sandals on. When they looked at her, she stood like a playmate, her feet spread, her hands holding her breasts.
"My slaves are perfect. I think Sheridan's in the right position for my next desire."
Stasia nodded in agreement.
"Sheridan, I want to pierce your navel. While I do, Stasia will keep you aroused."
"Yes, Master."
"You will continue to hold your perfect breasts but I want you to prick your nipples. Stasia will bury herself between your legs while I pierce your belly."
Sheridan gulped, nodding. Stasia had already begun to tease her clit, then she spread Sheridan's folds to lave her pussy. Thrills shot through her sending her near the edge while not letting her go over.
Her moans told him where her body had gone. Taking a thin piercing rod to the spot he'd swabbed with antiseptic, he squeezed her skin. The moment she threw her head back, he knew she'd reached the pinnacle he needed her on.
"Call to me, Sheridan, while you let Stasia feast on..."
"Ross!"
Ross pierced her naval, quickly inserting the diamond and onyx dangle he'd chosen to match the collar he would give her after their wedding. When he finished, he kissed her, holding her until the last tremors of her climax bathed her. He felt her knees buckle, catching her, then carrying her to their bed. Stasia followed, checking the piercing after dabbing it with alcohol.
"Sheridan?"
"Ross..."
"Are you all right?"
"I'm tired."
"How's your stomach?"
"Stings but I'll be fine."
"You took the piercing very well. Did you do the same for Stasia?"
"Yes, she did,” Stasia answered, “but she didn't feel like this afterward and I did both nipples."
"Baby, are you all right?"
"I'm f...” she began before she got up and ran to the bathroom.
"Sheri..."
"Ross, I think she's pregnant."
"What? So soon?"
"If I know the two of you, you've been at..."
"Don't go there,” he laughed before turning serious. “Did I hurt her? I mean—the time frame..."
"She wanted you as soon as she could have you. I know our slave and she is so damned devoted to you. She..."
"I'm sorry, I've ruined everything."
"No, Sheridan, you haven't done anything wrong."
"I didn't think it would affect me this way."
"What?"
"The piercing. I..."
"Sweet Sheridan, the piercing is not the problem. You took it extremely well."
He went to the house phone and called Bentley.
"Bill, can you do another blood test for Sheridan?” he asked, smiling when he hung up.
"What?"
"He's on his way up."
Sheridan ran into the bathroom again, coming back a few moments later. Ross helped her into a silk robe, then pulled her close.
"You are the most perfect..."
"I'll let you two get ready for Bill's visit,” Stasia said, kissing them both. “By the way, what does the bride want me to wear?"
"I'll leave it up to you,” Sheridan said. Stasia winked, then left.
"Ross, I don't understand what's wrong with me. I didn't have this before..."
"Baby, Stasia's sure you're pregnant."
Sheridan fainted.
* * * *
The next day, while Erika, Alvaro and Garth dealt with their guests, Navarro helped Ross get ready. He'd chosen a black Dolce and Gabbana suit with black silk shirt and tie—everything Sheridan wanted.
He'd made sure Navarro had their rings, then extended his hand to him.
"I don't know how to thank you for this."
"I wouldn't have missed this for the world. I truly never thought this day would come."
"Honestly, neither did I but I knew the moment I first saw her, she'd be the one I'd spend my life with."
They shook hands, then went downstairs to the kitchen where they waited for Judge Anderson to return from his ride so they could go over last minute details.
"Nervous, Ross?"
* * * *
Stasia wore a classic black gown that hugged her curves while it accentuated her voluptuous breasts and curvaceous hips, though she made sure it wouldn't overshadow the bride.
"Slave, if I have to pull rank on you..."
"I'm sorry. I'm nervous and the morning sickness and..."
"Slave, come to me."
Sheridan obeyed her mistress, a bit calmer.
"Mistress?"
"Relax, my love,” she quietly commanded, cupping Sheridan's breasts and teasing her nipples. Sheridan went with it, Stasia in complete control. “That's it, my pet,” she soothed, her lips brushing over her slave's neck and cheek. Sheridan leaned into her, holding her while taking her strength.
Seducing her slave, Stasia had Sheridan exactly where she wanted her and her slave needed to be. Stasia's tongue traced Sheridan's mouth before slowly pushing its way inside. Mistress and slave kissed, a deeply passionate kiss while reassuring. Sheridan relaxed, her body submitting to its Dominant.
"You will calm down. You have a wedding to get through and the reception—both simple events in your life. Your master is waiting for you. Now, let's get you dressed and down the aisle."
"Yes, Mistress, thank you."
Half an hour later, Sheridan slipped her gown over her the corset and petticoat. She felt better thanks to Stasia tightening the laces on the corset in order to enhance Sheridan's cleavage. Stasia put her slave's hair up on her head in a loose style, then added an unexpected touch—a beautiful gardenia bloom.
Sheridan hugged her, thanking her mistress.
"How can I..."
"Take care of our master and both of you."
* * * *
Alvaro escorted Sheridan to the tent, then down the aisle to the man she loved. She saw the crowd and ignored their guests, her concentration solely on Ross.
"You're beautiful, Mistress."
"Thank you, but..."
"Once he brought you here, we all knew you'd be his wife and we love you for loving him. We missed you when you were away from us."
"But I have so much to learn."
"You're a natural, Mistress, trust me."
Alvaro kissed her hand before handing her over to Ross. Her breath caught, her master more handsome than she'd imagined back in Sun Valley when she thought of this day to keep her sanity. That day felt like a lifetime ago. Ross gave her a quick kiss, his touch arousing her while keeping her centered.
Judge Clive Anderson stood before them, his back to the guests while Ross and Sheridan faced everyone attending. He went through the rite, giving them a short speech on love and commitment.
"Something I'm sure both of you are very secure with. By the powers of my office as a justice in this great land of ours, I pronounce you husband and wife. Ladies and gentlemen, Mister and Mrs. Ross Beckham."
* * * *
While the guests applauded the newlyweds, one person groaned. How could he?
Yelena slipped away without notice, her decision made. She would spirit the bride away from the reception right after it began. By the time she did, she'd have Stasia as well, her competition taken care of.
She watched from a distance hidden in the shadows. She checked her watch, waiting. Yelena saw many familiar faces and it bothered her how much support this wedding had. All the years I've spent at Ross Beckham's side and ... Her rage boiled more.
About an hour into the reception, her first opportunity presented itself. She asked one of the waiters to give Stasia a note asking her to meet her assistant near the abandoned apartment. While he delivered it, she went to wait for her first guest. On her way there, she met up with Ridge, taking him out of the picture for a while. She left him unconscious near one of the hedges, a good-sized welt on his head.
In the shadows of the apartment, she waited. Nerves caused her to fiddle with the switchblade she planned to use to control Stasia. Come on, where are you?
"Ridge?"
"Gotcha,” she murmured, creeping to a vantage point she'd chosen before. Stasia walked into the room and Yelena stepped between her and the only exit.
"Ridge?” her unsuspecting victim called again.
"Not Ridge, Slave Stasia. Move over there,” Yelena ordered, pushing Stasia to a heavy oak desk chair.
"Yelena. What the hell?"