I didn’t look at her and think she’d look better with blonde hair. I didn’t think she should change the style of her clothes. I didn’t think she needed to have a different job.
I didn’t want to change a thing about the woman. Well, there was one thing I wanted to change about her. So I guess I was only lying to myself.
Chapter 24
Katana
Christmas Day
On Christmas morning, I woke up alone in bed. After stretching, yawning, and trying to wake my sleepy self up, I sat up and called out, “Nix?”
No one answered, and I got up to take a shower and get myself all prettied up for the day. Our first Christmas!
I’d put the presents I’d bought him under the tree last night, and he’d put some for me under there too. And I thought it was pretty sweet that we’d each bought something for our baby too and put those under there.
There was a bigger stack of presents under my very first tree than I’d ever had growing up. Everything was better with Nix.
As I showered, I noticed there was some expensive new shampoo and conditioner in there, and Nix had drawn hearts on the bottles and written, “just for you,” on them.
I lathered up my hair with the minty shampoo that had my head tingling, and I thought about what a treasure the man was. I’d take that man even if he didn’t have a dime. I’d live in a treehouse with the man. I didn’t care. I knew I’d been lucky he’d found me in that club that night.
After getting myself as pretty as I could, I pulled on the red dress I’d bought just for this day. It fit tight at the top and all the way to my still narrow waist—which I knew I’d lose soon enough. The dress flared out at the waist, making it look like I had a petticoat underneath it. The fabric came to just below my knees and when I added the flats—as Nix told me he never wanted to see me in heels while I was pregnant or he’d give me a real spanking—my legs looked long and slender.
I felt pretty, and I couldn’t wait to find Nix. I wasn’t going to let this day pass without telling him how I really felt about him.
When I walked out the bedroom door, I found something littering the floor. The white rose petals stood out, contrasting against the dark stone tiles. It looked as if he’d placed each one just the way he wanted it.
What’s this about?
I had to wonder what the man had up his sleeve. With him, I just didn’t know what he was up to.
A thought hit me, and I stopped. What if he’s bought me an expensive car?
Trying to steady myself for the shock of that, I thought about how scared I’d be to drive something so expensive. I’d only ever had old pieces of barely held together crap. Could I pull off being excited instead of afraid?
Moving on, I shook off the nerves and got to the top of the stairs. The rose petals went all the way down the stairs and on the floor at the very bottom, the entire floor was covered in a circular pattern.
It looked as if something was missing from that circle, and I had to wonder what that could be. Okay, maybe he hadn’t bought me a car. Maybe it was a really large gift, and he hadn’t gotten it inside yet to put it there.
Should I go back and wait a few more minutes?
As I stood there, thinking about what I should do, I noticed something else. Two suitcases were sitting by the door.
Now why in the world would those be there?
Was he surprising me with a trip of some kind?
I had absolutely no clue what he was up to and had no idea if I should turn back to wait or not. I didn’t want to screw up his big surprise when he’d gone to so much trouble.
No one had ever done anything nearly as grand as all this. I looked over my shoulder, wondering if I should go back to the bedroom to grab my cell so I could take a picture. I wanted to remember this scene forever.
Just as I turned around, I heard a noise—the sound of rustling met my ears and I turned to see what it was.
Down on one knee and wearing a black tuxedo, Nix held out a box. The stone in the ring was so big, I could see it all the way from the top of the stairs.
His green eyes met mine as he gazed up at me. I took each step one at a time, slowly, so I could take him all in. The way he smiled up at me. The way his eyes sparkled. His clean-shaven face, bare of the beard I’d gotten so used to. The cute dimple that I could now see he only had in his left cheek.
I could barely breathe. He was about to propose to me, and I knew damn good and well what my answer would be. Some people might think it was too fast, but I knew I loved the man and was positive there was no other one out there in the world for me. Nixon Slaughter was it.
He waited so patiently for me to get to him. When I did, he finally spoke. “You look beyond beautiful, baby.”
I was close to crying, but I managed to say, “You too.” I ran my hands over my own cheeks. “You shaved.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I wanted the pictures to be nice.”
So he planned on taking some more pictures. The man would make sure we had something to remember all of our pivotal moments. He was perfect that way.
Today would be the day we got engaged and celebrated our first Christmas. One day there would be a wedding. One day there would be the birth of our child.
“I’m sure they will be nice, Nix.” I smiled at him and loved the way his dark hair was so nicely combed, parted on one side, making him even more handsome.
“I’d like to ask you a question,” he said. “Is that okay with you?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Good, I’ve gotten my first yes, now I’ll shoot for more.” He chuckled, and his eyes shone with amusement. “Katana Grace Reeves.” He stopped and winked at me. “I snooped in your purse last night and found your driver’s license, that’s how I know your middle name.”
“I see.” I laughed lightly. “Please, go on.”
He cleared his throat before he moved on. “Katana Grace Reeves, I love you.” My heart pounded, and I felt the first tear break free. “I’ve been a fool for you since the night we met. A night I know neither of us will ever forget. I’m not asking you this just because you’re carrying our baby. I’m asking you this because I don’t want to think of a life that doesn’t have you in it—right by my side—until death do us part. And I mean that. So, I’m asking you if you love me too, and if you’ll become my wife. Today. In Las Vegas.”
Today?
I swayed a bit, feeling like I’d been knocked back. Not only did he want to marry me, but he wanted to do it right now. My mouth went dry. My head spun. And my heart lurched in my chest.
Tears poured down like rain as my lips parted. “I love you, Nixon Slaughter. Nothing would make me happier than marrying you today.”
His smile got even wider as he stood up and slipped that huge diamond engagement ring onto my finger. “Thank you, baby. I promise you’ll never regret your answer.”
When his arms slid around me, bringing me to him so our lips could touch, I knew I’d made the right decision.
Where Nixon was concerned, every decision I’d made had been the right one. From taking him up on his offer to leave that club with him on Halloween night, to telling him as soon as I could about the baby, to accepting the invitation to move in with him—everything had been right.
This had to be the right thing too.
When our mouths parted, we were both panting. “I’d take you upstairs and make sweet love to you, Katana, but we have these presents to open and a private jet to get to. I took the liberty of booking us a bridal suite already. I didn’t want to take any chances.”
We slowed down a bit and opened the presents we’d given each other. He gave me more expensive jewelry, and then there was one more small box. When I opened it, I found a set of keys with the Mercedes emblem on them. “Nix!”
“You look a little shocked, baby,” he said with a laugh. “You know my wife can’t be driving around in a clunker. I do have standards to keep, you know.”
I shook my head as I put the keys dow
n. I picked up the special present I’d gotten him and handed it to him. “Thank you for the car and all the jewelry, among the other things you’ve given me. Open this one next.”
He smiled the entire time he opened that package, and when he found the simple paperweight I’d given him, he laughed. “An “I Love You” paperweight?”
“Well, I had no idea you were going to do all this. And I wanted to tell you that I loved you today. You kind of stole my thunder there with the marriage proposal, but I wanted you to know that I was going to declare my love for you today anyway. I knew it the day we heard our baby’s heart beating.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
We just kept on having one perfect day after another. I was no fool—I knew some days wouldn’t be all wine and roses, but I had a feeling there’d be more good days than bad ones.
A few hours later, he and I stood in front of a preacher who looked a hell of a lot like Elvis as soft music played in a tiny chapel in Vegas. I’d never dreamt about having a wedding, but this surpassed anything I could’ve ever come up with.
When our lips met as husband and wife for the first time, I knew we’d beat all the odds and make a marriage and family we both could be proud of. Nix and I had found our happily ever after; I had no doubts about that.
The End.
Masked Indulgence Extended Epilogue
Nixon
With our two-year-old, Maximus and our eight-month-old, Serenity at home with my parents, I scooped up Katana, running away with her for the night. Our third Christmas together and third wedding anniversary had me taking her on a little adventure.
Blindfolded and handcuffed, Katana sat in the passenger seat of my Maserati. “I know I can’t see anything, but I can feel how fast you’re going, Nix. What’s the rush?”
“Baby, this is one fast machine. One does not drive a masterpiece like this little beauty slowly.” I reached over and patted her on the leg. Her fishnet stockings took me back to the first night we met.
I’d dolled her up in an outfit similar to the one she wore that fateful night, a little teddy made out of satin and lace. After covering her daring attire with a trench coat, I smuggled the mother of our two gorgeous children out while Mom and Dad had the kids on the deck feeding seagulls. If the kids saw us leave, they’d throw fits to get to go with us. And we couldn’t have that. Not on this night.
Aiming to recreate that passion we’d felt that night, I wanted everything to be perfect. So I’d borrowed a friend’s little love nest, complete with fun toys for our combined pleasure.
Pulling into the long drive that would take us to the secluded home that sat on the edge of a cliff, looking out over the Pacific Ocean, I found my cock already growing with anticipation. Easy boy, we have a ways to go yet.
“You’re slowing down, we must be there,” Katana said with an eagerness to her sweet voice that did nothing to help the state of arousal I was trying to control.
“We’re here. And now it’s time for you and me to take on our roles. It’s Master from here on out, my little slave girl.” I parked the car in the garage and got out to retrieve my wife.
After carrying her inside, I took in the small place my friend called his love shack. The kitchen wasn’t anything special, a regular old white fridge, a small stove that matched and nothing else. White and black tiles made the kitchen look dated. But I supposed that wasn’t what my friend wanted to put his money into with the place he used exclusively for playing with women who liked the same things he did.
Venturing on, I carried Katana through the kitchen and into the living area. Done in reds and blacks, the place looked like a Satanist must live there. Which thankfully wasn’t true. Spending the night in some haunted place wasn’t what I was shooting for.
Oh, I did want to hear some screams, groans, and growls but I would prefer them to come from Katana and myself, rather than angry demonic spirits. It was Christmas, not Halloween after all.
Without any lights on, the room could only be seen in shadows. When I found a light switch, I flipped it up, and the room became bathed in red light. “Spooky,” I found myself mumbling.
“Spooky?” Katana asked. “Can I see?”
I put her down and took the blindfold away from her eyes. She blinked a few times as she looked around. “See,” I said, “spooky.”
With a nod, she agreed. “I like it.” Pointing up at the ceiling, she asked, “And what are those tracks for, Nix, I mean, Master?”
Running my eyes along the tracks, I found they ended in chains that hung against the walls. “Ah! Look, I can cuff you to those chains and lift you up into the air and move you all over the place.” I winked at her. “Sound like fun, my little slave?”
She eyed the tracks once more. “Hmm. I guess we’ll have to find out if it’s fun or not, won’t we, Master?”
“Well, see,” I said then looked around some more. “Jack said his box of toys was in the closet that’s in here.” I found three doors came off the living room.
We headed to the closest one and found that was a small bathroom. The next door led to a small bedroom with nothing more than a bed in it. There were two doors off it that I guessed went to another bathroom and a closet. The last door was the closet he’d told me about, and as I opened it, I found it heavy and the sounds of chains rattled as he had several of them hung on hooks on the back of the door.
Katana gasped at the things we found after she flipped the light switch that illuminated the inside of the large walk-in closet. “Oh, my!”
“Well, we won’t use all of these, but we’ll make a decent dent in them,” I said as I ran my hand over a very nice leather strap. “I’ll grab this.”
Katana pointed to what looked like a ping pong paddle. “How about that too?” She giggled. “I’m feeling very naughty, Master.”
“Good, so am I,” I turned to her and grabbed one of her Double D tits with a rough grasp. Giving it a good squeeze that made her yelp, I added, “I can’t wait to tie you up and give you what you’ve got coming to you, you naughty wench.”
Her sexy smile told me she was up for anything and that’s exactly what she’d get. Anything I wanted.
She looked away, her eyes landing on a tall, slender chest of drawers. “What do you think is in there, Master?”
“Only one way to find that out,” I said, then pulled open the top drawer.
Blue velvet lined the bottom of the shallow drawer that held an assortment of nipple clamps, butt plugs, and some other things I had no idea what were.
Katana pointed out a silver set of nipple clamps. “Those things go on the nipples huh?”
“They do. Wanna give them a try?” I asked her. She nodded, so I got them out and felt a little thrill run through me. I had the best wife ever.
She opened the next drawer, and in that one, we found an assortment of dildos. “Oh, look at that pink one.” She pointed at the one in the middle. “It’s got a little hook thingy. I bet it hits the clit while simultaneously vibrating inside. Wanna do me with it?”
“Um, yeah,” I said with a sarcastic tone to my voice. “I wanna do you with all of them.”
There were seven of them, and I found her shaking her head. “Not all of them.” She pointed at a really fat black one. “Def, not that one. It’ll stretch me all out, I bet.”
“We can’t have that.” I chuckled and opened the next drawer. “And here we have cuffs and blindfolds.” I opened the next one. “And here’s a bunch of different gags. Wanna…”
She cut me off. “No way. I want to be able to say the safe word. No gags for me.”
Ah, she did have a line. I had begun to wonder about that. “No gags. Got it.”
So with the assortment of goodies, I closed the closet, and we turned around to assess what we had before us and plan our little session. “So, I’m thinking we use the chains and tracks first,” Katana said. “What do you think about that?”
After putting the things on the small table at the side of the room,
I turned back to my mouthy slave. “I think you’ve forgotten that I am in charge. And for that, you shall be punished.” I sat in a wooden chair that had no cushion and tapped my knee. “Come, get your spanking, you naughty girl.”
A wicked smile curved my wife’s black stained lips as she came toward me. She stopped right in front of me then took her trench coat off, slow and seductively. The red light illuminated the black garment and her skin, making her appear almost like an apparition from hell.
She lay her body on my lap. I felt the warmth of her pussy as it pressed against my cock. Closing my eyes, I had to concentrate on not getting any harder than I already was. The night was supposed to be a long one for us. That meant controlling my needs until I could no longer do it.
The teddy covered her ass completely. My hand ran over the satin material that covered her round ass. I gave her one good smack, and she yelped. Then I gave her another and another. “You will be quiet, slave.” I gave her another smack. “You will do as I say, slave.” One more smack. “And in turn, I will give you more pleasure than you’ve ever had.” I gave her one more for good measure.
She moaned. “Oh, Master. I’ll be good. No more, please.”
I gave one more. “Hush now.”
Moving my hands over her ass, I felt how the spanking had heated her skin. I lifted her up off me, my cock kind of hating me for taking her warm pussy away. Then I stood and took off my jacket then my shirt, stripping all the way down to my tight black boxer briefs. “To the chains, slave.”
Katana turned to go to the wall. Her ass shook as she walked in the high heels, making me salivate over her gorgeous ass. But I had to keep myself under control at all times.
When she got to the wall, she stopped, facing the wall, waiting for me the way a good slave should. I took her hands that were still cuffed and released them only to cuff them to the chain. I found the crank on the wall and used it to move her up until her feet were just off the ground.
Taking the blindfold, I tied it back on, covering her eyes. “You can moan, groan, and scream, but no talking, slave.”
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