by Suzy Shearer
Steven opened his mouth to shout her name and push deep and hard inside her. His arms gave out, and he fell beside Avril, the two of them panting, gasping for air.
When they recovered, Steven seemed sheepish as he said, "Kitten, I'm sorry."
Puzzled, Avril stared at him then down at her breast where his eyes were fixed. An angry bite mark stood stark against her skin, beads of blood in several of his teeth indentations.
"You really have this thing about biting." She tried to sound angry but couldn't. This was part of the man she loved.
"I know. I try to be gentle, but sometimes I truly can't help it. I'll get the cream."
"I think you just like branding me."
"You may be right, Kitten. I do want the world to know that you're mine alone."
Avril could only laugh at his admission.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Saturday dawned bright and sunny. Avril had spent the night at Renata and Peter's house. Ash and the others were taking care of Steven, although Peter said he worried the three of them might be worse than Steven. Steven's parents had arrived through the week and assured Avril they'd take care of all the males. She and Renata went off to have their hair and makeup done while Peter promised he'd check on the men before picking the girls up when they were finished.
Avril had originally decided on a short wedding gown, but when she and Renata were searching for one, Renata suggested she try on a long gown as well. Avril wasn't as sure, but when she allowed the store manager to select a long dress, she wondered if perhaps she had found the gown. When she walked out to show Renata, the look on Renata's face told it all. Avril had turned to examine herself in the full-length mirrors and got the shock of her life. She looked amazing.
The gown had a lace off-the-shoulder corseted bodice with tiny lace illusion cap sleeves. The skirt was taffeta with an overlay of fine, soft tulle. The lace from the bodice flowed down to part of the top skirt and then on the side and back hem of the cathedral train. It was truly a gown of simple elegance that took her breath away.
A couple of weeks later they’d found a pleated skirt of almond-colored satin georgette, a sheer back, and an intricately embroidered bodice for Renata to wear.
At first, Avril was going to have her hair twisted up in a fancy up-do, but when she remembered how much Steven loved it out, she decided to go with a braid. She'd been relieved to discover Steven's choice of flowers had been dusky pink hyacinths with crème-de-menthe and dusky pink roses. She had some of the roses woven into her braid. Peter collected her and Renata, taking them back to his house for a glass of bubbly to calm the two women down.
"I'm damn nervous! This is worse than the night I came to Silk Rope for the information evening."
"I remember that night. I have to admit I was very surprised when Steve indicated he wanted to take you on the tour."
"Why, Peter? I mean I know he hadn't been involved with anyone for years."
"Just for that reason. We'd had info evenings where women had expressed interest in pain, but he'd always made me take them." Peter laughed and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek. "I think he was hooked that first night."
"He scared me, but at the same time I was very attracted to him. Mind you, when I rang for my two trial nights and Stan told me it was with him, I panicked. Actually, I think I swore a few times when he told me."
The three laughed, and then Peter glanced at his watch. "If I have any chance of getting you to the club on time, I think you two better go get into your finery."
Avril felt her stomach drop to her feet. Her mouth dry, she gulped but could only nod her head. Renata giggled as she led Avril upstairs and helped her into the gown before slipping into her own dress. When she looked at Avril, her eyes filled with tears.
"You are truly beautiful. I remember my wedding day. I really hope yours will be as wonderful."
The two women hugged. Avril tried to hold back her tears as she peered at herself in the full-length mirror. The woman looking back at her was so different from the woman she was eight months ago. She still had the same confidence, the same drive, but this woman knew who and what she was, and it showed. She was now very self-assured and at peace with herself.
"Ready?"
Avril grinned and said, "Most certainly."
"Then let's go wow your man."
As they descended the stairs Peter was standing at the bottom with the two bouquets. His jaw dropped, and then he gave a wolf-whistle.
"Oh, my goodness. I get to escort the two most beautiful women to the ball. Avril, Steve is going to faint with joy when he sees you. You are breathtaking!"
She thanked him as he handed her her flowers.
"The cars are here to take us. Kade insists on driving you, Avril."
"I know. He told me the other day when he and Ash came over for dinner. He's driving me, and Jake is driving you and Renata."
"Did he tell you what cars he's using?"
"No. I thought their own."
"Well, they are his pride and joys. Wait until you see them."
Just then Kaden and Jake came inside. It was Avril's turn to admire—the two of them were very handsome all decked out in their wedding finery.
Kaden hooted, then said, "Very nice. I still think you should dump the old guy and marry me."
"I keep reminding you he's a sadist, Kade. I don't think you could handle the pain he'd dish out if I left him for you."
"Damn, you're right."
Jake came over and took her hand then kissed her cheek. He whispered, "Steve's the luckiest man in the world. I love you, little sister."
Once more Avril felt like crying. These men were all wonderful. Jake, Kaden, and Ash meant the world to her, which was why Jake and Kaden were going to escort her. Ash was Steven's best man, and when Avril asked the other two if they would walk her down the “aisle” they had both gotten emotional as they agreed.
Peter bundled everyone outside, Renata holding Avril's train. Avril jerked to a halt when she saw the two cars. Speechless for a moment, she could only stare before turning to Kaden.
"I thought you never took these on the road."
"Sis, for you I'd drive them to the moon and back."
In front of her was a 1951 very pale green Chrysler Windsor DeLuxe and 1949 cream Cadillac 62 convertible coupe with a light tan soft roof. Kaden led her to the Caddy and opened the door.
"I left the top up, so that way your hair doesn't get all messy. I figured old Steve would think you'd been playing hanky-panky with me."
"Oh, Kaden, only you would say that. I do love you."
He gave her a sweet kiss, then made sure her gown was safe inside before shutting the door. The ride to the club took about twenty minutes. When they arrived, a photographer was waiting to take pictures of the wedding party. Avril was sure she had pretended to alight the car at least six times, and then they had to pose alongside the cars before heading to the gardens beside the entrance to the club. Finally, the photographer was satisfied and allowed them inside—for more photographs.
Then it was time.
A dear friend of Ash's was presiding. He was a marriage celebrant, and at one time had been a club member until he met his wife and left the lifestyle. Avril's nerves now took an astronomical rise as Jake and Kaden stood either side of her.
"Not too late to change your mind."
"I'll stick with my decision, Kade."
Peter gave her another cheek kiss, then one for his wife before heading into the main club. Renata arranged Avril's train and grinned.
"All ready?"
"Let's do this."
Renata pushed open the door and entered. Avril and the two men followed her through to the lounge. The setting in the lounge area had been rearranged, and now there was an aisle to walk down. Everyone stood as the party entered, and Avril had to try to breathe properly as she stepped closer to the man she loved more than life itself. Steven was beaming. He had a huge grin on his face as she finally reached his side. Jake and Ka
den both gave her a cheek kiss, then stepped back to sit down.
But not before Kaden whispered to Steven, "She still refused me, you lucky bastard."
Avril winked at Steven. He wore a pale gray suit with a pastel pink striped tie. She thought he hadn't looked so handsome. He looked extremely masculine and possessive as his eyes met hers.
"I love you, Kitten," he whispered as he took her hand.
Somehow Avril remembered her vows as the ceremony sped past. Steven's voice rang out solid while hers was muted, her throat thick and raspy. Finally, the magic words “I now pronounce you man and wife” were uttered, and Steven pulled her into his arms. His kiss was as forceful and as demanding as it always was, and as usual it left her breathless.
They turned to face their friends to admit cheers and applause. There was much kissing, handshaking, and what felt like thousands of photographs as they spoke with everyone. Steven's parents told her how happy they were. Since she'd met them, Avril couldn't believe how lovely they were. She had felt an immediate connection to them both. Steven's father, Vincent, was an older version of Steven while his mother, Gloria, was a tiny, petite thing. They'd spent hours talking and getting to know one another, to the delight of the four of them. Avril and Gloria shared a tear and a cuddle before Ash wrapped Avril in a bear hug and lifted her off the ground before setting her alongside Steven.
"Thank you for making my best friend, my brother, so happy. I love you. Now you're officially a sister to me as well as to Jake and Kade."
"I love you, too. I love you all. You're the best brothers a woman could ever have."
Somehow, they made it outside for even more photographs despite Kaden suggesting they take some with Avril lashed to the St. Andrew’s cross. More photos, and then finally she and Steven got into the back of the Caddy and Kaden drove them to the restaurant. Steven wouldn't, or couldn't, stop kissing her, and she felt the same way. Her heart was singing.
"Well, Mrs. Bray, it's too late now. You're well and truly mine."
"I think I was yours that first night I saw you."
"I know I thought you were mine. You've made me truly unbelievably happy, Kitten. I can't quite accept it."
"I’m the same. It’s kind of magical, surreal, isn’t it?"
The restaurant was amazing. Each table had a centerpiece of the pale pink hyacinths. She and Steven sat at the head table with Renata, Ash, Jake, Kaden, and Steven's parents. What followed was a blur of laughter, delicious food, speeches, and even more photos until it was time for their first dance. Steven swept her into his arms as they waltzed onto the dance floor.
"You are that beautiful, you take my breath away. This dress, hell it's … fuck it's as beautiful as you."
"You scrubbed up pretty good yourself, hun."
They danced with everyone at least twice, or that's what Avril thought. Her feet were beginning to hurt, and she thought her face was fixed in a permanent smile. She threw her bouquet and had to smirk when her old secretary, Gail, caught it. She'd been dating one of the company’s accountants and had let slip she'd love to marry him. He eyed her speculatively when she smelled the flowers she'd caught. The room burst into hysterics when Jake caught the garter. He hadn't even attempted to catch it, but it had landed on his folded arms. Kaden found it especially amusing as he pulled Jake into a hug and fluttered his eyes at him.
"So, my darling, when are we getting married?"
Finally, it was time for one last dance, and Steven claimed her again.
"I can't wait to get you home and thrash you so hard you'll scream red."
Avril burst out laughing. "Anyone else saying that, I think they'd be arrested on the spot."
"Thank goodness Mom and Dad are staying at Ash's tonight. I intend to make you scream so loud it will be heard down the street."
"Heavens I hope not!"
"You will. And then I'm going to fuck you. You will be in such pain, you'll have at least six orgasms."
"Only six?" she laughed.
"Oh, my beautiful kitten."
He captured her lips there on the dance floor, and Avril lost sight of everything except the man holding her tight in his arms. He'd seized her heart, her soul, and she knew she could never live without him.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Finally, the celebrations were over, and Kaden drove them home in the Caddy. Steven couldn't quite believe Avril was finally his wife. So much had happened in the past eight months, and it culminated in this night. He couldn't keep his hands off her, couldn't stop kissing her—his wife. Kaden kissed and hugged Avril, then shook Steven's hand before pulling him into a bear hug.
"I love you."
"Get out of here, you great lug. I love you, too."
They watched as Kaden drove off. Then opening the front door, Steven slammed it closed behind them before picking up Avril. Carrying her up the stairs, he took her into their bedroom and set her on her feet. He studied the dress and wondered how on earth she'd gotten into it. Beautiful as it was, it had to come off.
"I love this dress, but how the fuck do I get it off you?"
"All those buttons at the back."
He turned her around. "Fuck, Avril! There has to be at least a hundred!"
"I don't think there's quite that many, hun," she answered, a playful lilt to her voice as Steven's hands fumbled at the tiny taffeta-covered buttons.
They were very small, and he was all fingers and thumbs. Finally, he managed to get a few undone, so he pressed his lips onto her soft skin. It had the ability to make her catch her breath. He heard her little gasp and the increase in her breathing. With each additional button being undone he would kiss her back, gradually working his way down until finally the gown slipped to the floor around her feet like a pile of foam. He held her hand as she stepped from it to stand before him dressed in tiny white lace panties and a pair of white, lace-topped stockings and her shoes.
He stared at her.
No, that was wrong. He wanted to devour the sight of her. Wanted to imprint it on his brain forever. His wife, his beautiful wife. He grabbed her hand and literally dragged her from their room and into the playroom. Before she had the chance to catch her breath, he clamped both nipples. He practically threw her onto the whipping bench and locked her wrists and ankles, dragging off her shoes and throwing them aside. Then quickly removing his jacket, vest, and shoes, Steven ripped off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He almost tore it off as well, then stood there admiring her in only his trousers.
"I love these panties, but I'm sorry, my dearest, they have to go."
"Yes, Sir."
Steven grabbed his emergency scissors from where they hung and cut through the crotch.
"I'll buy you another pair, a dozen pairs."
"Thank you, Sir."
His wife was on display, her pretty, sexy wet cunt begging for a fuck. He kissed her ass cheeks before he grabbed his paddle and proceeded to strike every part of her body he could reach. She bucked and strained against her bonds. Avril was shouting, begging him to stop as he landed hit after hard hit until he heard it—that magic sound he adored. The way her voice changed. It became husky, pleading. Then there was a breathy quality to it as she tried to speak, but only gasps and groans came out. It became thick with desire, with her excitement. There was a sweet tang to the air—the scent of her arousal, as her cunt glistened and gleamed as her juices flowed thick and fast.
It was such a turn-on as she grunted and moaned. He switched to a crop, knowing how much she loved the sting of it as it whipped back and forth across her body. As much as it was a turn-on for Avril, it was exactly the same for him. His cock had hardened and now pushed against the zipper of his trousers, his briefs suddenly too tight, too constrictive.
Her ass was a delightful shade of red, angry welts crisscrossing it and her back, her shoulders, the tops of her legs. She was well into the pain now as he began striking her inner thighs, gradually getting higher and higher until he hit her clit. Her screams echoed around the room, an
d, as he watched, her body convulsed. He could actually see her cunt spasm as an orgasm ripped through. Quickly, he added weights to the clover clamps then used the crop another dozen times. It seemed as if her climax wouldn't stop as another rippled across her cunt.
Steven wanted to wait, but his own excitement matched Avril's. Quickly divesting himself of his trousers and briefs, he slammed his cock into her hot, throbbing cunt. Grabbing both buttocks hard, sinking his fingers into her already tortured flesh, he pounded into her. Avril was so far gone into the pain, into the orgasm. Her body kept shaking, gripping his cock, sending echoes of each climax through him. It took all his strength and willpower to hold back his own, but he knew he couldn't last much longer. Bending his head, he bit down on her ass cheek, biting the tender, reddened flesh hard. Another climax.
She screamed.
And he screamed as his own orgasm rocked him. Barely able to keep on his feet, he managed to undo the cuffs and somehow carried Avril to their bed. She was lost, wrapped well into the pain as he caught his breath. A few moment later he was able to tend to her body, to care for the ugly welts now decorating it. He loved seeing them, loved knowing how much agony he'd inflicted on her body. They were proof of their sadist-masochist love.
Tenderly, he wrapped a blanket around them both and held her. Soon he'd have to take off the clamps, but he wanted to wait until she was awake. It would give her another orgasm, he was sure, when he removed them.
About forty minutes later he felt her sigh, her body moving slowly as the pain subsided and she came back down to earth. When she glanced at him, he kissed her, savaging her mouth, giving her no doubt she was his. Avril could only cling to him weakly. When he broke the kiss, he took one clamp off and was rewarded with her silent scream. Her mouth, her eyes, opened wide. But no sound escaped from her lips as the blood rushed back to the tender nub. He gave her a moment to embrace the pain, then took the nipple in his mouth, sucking, licking until he felt her body stop shaking. Time for the other.