by Eva Luxe
Afterwards, our guests are milling around for cocktail hour and Cameron and I are supposed to go get our pictures taken. But first I slide over to Katie to say hello.
“You’re so beautiful in that dress,” she says, hugging me.
“I bet you never thought I’d wear white or look so innocent,” I tell her.
“Oh please,” she says. “I always knew you were such a good girl compared to me. And I love the whole ensemble. Your short veil is to die for.”
“And of course, I’m wearing the garter,” I tell her.
Katie had made me a wedding garter with Cameron’s initials embroidered on it.
“I bet you didn’t know I could embroider,” she told me, when I unwrapped her gift at her house.
She was right— I was surprised. There shouldn’t be anything about Katie that surprises me anymore, though.
We’ve hung out outside of work now that I no longer have as much time to sit around chatting in the file room. And I’ve found out that she’s even cooler than I’d known her to be at work. She and I have become good friends.
My app has taken off and I’m working on another one. I also manage the website and software that the firm uses.
I’ve assigned Katie some tasks she juggles when she’s waiting for the partner she works for to get out of court. Now that she has something to occupy her time, she smokes a lot less weed. She still uses it to manage her anxiety but having things to occupy her mind seems to help her a lot too.
Suddenly, I feel a gentle hand on my elbow and I turn to my left to see Madilyn standing beside me.
“Congratulations, Dear,” she says, giving me a big hug.
“Thank you,” I tell her.
“It seems like not so long ago that Asher and I were having our own wedding,” she says.
As if on cue, her husband walks over with my new husband. The two had been talking over by the bar.
“I don’t know what’s in the air at our firm,” Asher says, laughing.
“Love is in the air for sure,” Katie says.
I shoot her a confused glance. It’s not like Katie to be so upbeat, so peppy.
“Well I was just apologizing to Cameron for being such an ass to him over these last few months,” Asher says.
I nod at him, impressed. He was an ass and I’m glad he recognizes it. Then I shift my glance to Madilyn, wondering if she has anything to do with the new, reformed Asher. She winks at me, as if to confirm that she does.
“Asher couldn’t handle the fact that I was bringing such big business to the firm,” Cameron says, wrapping his arms around me.
“Did I hear someone say something about big business?” someone asks, and I turn around to see Damien Hudson, Cameron’s client that owns the toy company, walking over to us.
“Speak of the devil,” Cameron laughs.
“I need to talk to you about the case— when we get back from your wedding, of course,” Damien says.
“Of course,” Cameron says. “Any time. Except for right now.”
“I might need to borrow your assistant,” Damien continues, looking over at Katie.
Cameron and I look at each other.
So, that explains Katie’s good mood.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the officiant says. “Please excuse the new Mr. and Mrs. Cameron Sanchez. They must get their pictures taken, but they will be back.”
A shiver runs through me. I still can’t believe I’m Mrs. Sanchez.
Nor can I believe what Cameron wants to do while everyone is enjoying cocktail hour.
“Come on,” he says, hurrying me into the castle. “I know of a special room.”
I laugh.
“But what about our guests? We’re supposed to be taking pictures.”
“This will be even better,” he says, as he ushers me down to the basement.
When Cameron had mentioned that he knew of a special room, I was imagining a large bedroom with a fireplace and a four-poster bed made in a size big enough to sleep an actual King. But this cold, dank basement full of gray cement bricks and musty darkness is the exact opposite of what I had in mind.
“The dungeon?” I ask, incredulous.
“Now you’re my bride so this is the perfect place to tie you up,” Cameron says.
“You’re taking me captive?”
“I am. Kidnapping you on our wedding day. What else would a husband in medieval Spain do?”
There are hooks in the wall that are perfect for him to chain me to. He practically rips off my wedding dress as I say, “Be careful. We still need to dance and celebrate with our guests—”
“Shhhhh. Did I tell you to speak?”
He walks to the corner of the room and pulls something out of a chest. It’s a ball gag. I notice, relieved, that he dutifully places my wedding gown on a table nearby.
I’m naked except for my thong and heels and of course my wedding garter from Katie, who is undoubtedly downing her third glass of sangria by now, as she flirts with the much older Damien Hudson, billionaire owner of not only the toy company but many other businesses as well.
Not bad for a pothead, I think. But I can’t concentrate on anything for long, other than what Cameron has in mind to do with me.
Cameron chains me to the wall so that I’m facing the cement bricks. My ass is sticking up in the air and he takes something else out of his chest of sex tools. Turning my head, I can see that it’s some kind of a spanking whip. It has leather-like strips flaring out in every possible angle.
Leave it to Cameron to spice up our wedding like this. I can’t say I would have approved of the idea— which I’m sure is why he didn’t run it by me or our wedding planner when we were discussing number of people and type of drinks— but it will sure be memorable.
He stands behind me and grabs one of my butt cheeks in each hand.
“Is your boss your husband now?” he asks me.
“Yes, Boss.”
He smells like cologne and the fresh outdoors. His hands feel strong and heavy on my ass.
“Do you want your husband and your boss to do what he wants with you?”
“Please, Boss.”
“What are you going to say after I spank your ass?”
“More, Boss.”
“Now that’s all you’re going to say,” he says, putting the ball gag in my mouth. “Now you’re my captive bride and now no one will hear my captive bride scream.”
He spanks me with the whip and I flinch.
Then he flogs me several more times with it and I let out a muffled groan. The feeling inside me strikes a perfect balance between pain and pleasure.
He stops and rips my panties off.
“You don’t need these,” he tells me. “And I want to see how dripping wet you are.”
He fingers me while juices drip out of me. It’s like my pussy is begging him to take me since my mouth can’t.
“I knew you’d be this wet for me,” he says. “Because you’re my wife but you’ll always be my little office slut too.”
He takes off his pants and grabs my breasts. He twists and pinches my nipples, harder than he ever has. But it feels amazingly good.
I can feel the head of his huge cock up against me. I feel so lucky to have a well-endowed husband.
“I want to fuck you without a condom on,” he says. “Because now that we’re married, it’s time to make a baby. Do you agree?”
Oh, my god.
I can’t say it out loud but I nod my head and say it with my heart.
Yes, Boss.
Please, Boss.
Cameron
I can’t believe I just told Ruby I want to make a baby with her. I’m overcome with feelings of desire I didn’t even know were lurking within me.
But this is our wedding day, and I’ve just made her my wife. I want to make her the mother of my children as well.
First, though, I want to remind her that I’ll always be the boss of her.
I squeeze her nipples one more time and then spank
her ass with the whip.
“Hrmph,” she groans, but no words can come out through the ball gag.
I look down at her nice, curvy ass, which bounces a bit as I slap it again—whap— and I can’t help but take her, right then and there.
As I push my cock into her sweet pussy, I’m reminded of the first time we ever had sex. And all the times after it— on my desk, in my chair, on my floor and at the house we share together now. But today is the best. Because today she is my wife.
I thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair and spank her ass with my hand.
“You’d better always be a good little slut for your husband and your boss,” I tell her, as I pump my throbbing cock harder and faster inside her.
She moans, and I know she’s saying, “Yes, Boss.”
“You’d better always tell me how much you want me to fuck you,” I instruct her, as she leans her head back against my chest and moans again to the cadence of “Please, Boss.”
She looks up into my eyes and I tug on her hair as I fuck my bride. She’s chained to the wall but her hands are up against it in a way that lets me know she likes what I’m doing. And I like it too. I love it. I love her.
But I don’t say it yet. I slam my cock in and out of her as she rides it and moans. I can tell by the way she squeezes my cock with her pussy and bounces up and down on it with her juicy pussy and fine ass that she’s coming.
I play with her clit, to enhance the experience even more for her, until she’s waving her head back and forth in fits of ecstasy.
“I love when my little slutty, secretary, wife comes for me,” I tell her, hitting her over and over again on her ass with my hand as I fuck her pussy with my bare cock.
I look down and love that I’m fucking her without anything coming between us, and loving the fact that she and I are going to make a baby together. I push my naked cock into her again and now I can feel it pulsing inside her as her wetness gushes all over it.
“You sure know how to take your boss’s cock,” I tell her. “Remember when you crawled to me in the filing room, and took my cock in your mouth and sucked on it?”
She nods, and I pull her hair to hold her head back so that all she can do is look in my eyes as I tell her how much I love the naughty things she’s done to me.
“You sucked my cock right there where anyone could walk in and see us,” I remind her. She nods up at me again. “And then you let me tie you up and have my way with you. Just like you’re doing now. And like you’ll always do.”
She hums and it sounds like she’s trying to say, “Always, Boss.”
I didn’t tell her to say that. It wasn’t on my approved list of things she can say. So, I hit her again, on her red, welted ass, until she squirms and squeals. But I still like that she tried to say it.
I thrust myself into her a few more times until I can tell I’m going to come. She moans, letting me know she’s coming along with me.
“I’m coming in your pussy,” I tell her. “I’m filling you up with my cum.”
We groan together and she leans over with her hands still against the wall, steadying herself as I take my cock out of her pussy.
“Your juices are dripping all over my cock, and my cum is running down your legs,” I tell her. I spread open her pussy wide so that I can see the load I shot inside her.
“I don’t want you to clean it up,” I tell her. “I want you to leave the evidence of me claiming you on our wedding day, while we dance and thank our guests for coming.”
I remove the ball gag and she finally says, “Yes, Boss.”
I smile. I know that Damien has something going on with Katie from the filing room. Apparently, it’s trendy now for older men to get with younger women. But there’s no one like my Ruby. They can only try to recreate what we have.
I unchain Ruby and she walks over to where I had put her wedding dress. I help her put it on and then I look down at her as she gazes up at me.
“I love you, Ruby Sanchez,” I tell her, so proud to have made her my wife. So excited to go show her off to the world.
“I love you too, Husband,” she says.
As I bend down to kiss her, I wonder how long it will be until she’s carrying my child. The thought both scares and excites me at the same time.
I hold out my hand and say, “Are you ready to join the world again? At least until the next time we can sneak off and fuck some more?”
“Yes, Boss,” she says, as she takes my arm.
As we walk up to daylight and outside to the beautiful view stretched out before us as far as we can see, I ask her,
“Do you think we’ll live happily ever after?”
She nods her head. I used to feel cheesy for thinking I could see the sunset in her eyes but now I really do.
“Please, Boss.”
THE END.
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Chapter 1 – Kyle
It was another night after work that I was at The Corner. My home away from home.
I’d always found that the best place to be alone was somewhere with a lot of people. It was ironic, but I liked being surrounded by people, even if I was by myself— which I preferred to be. It beat the silence that crowded me at home. What I didn’t like was that, since I was out and about, I had to put on somewhat of a fake happy face so no one would see me scowling.
The Corner was a quaint place with rough wooden panels on the walls, exposed wooden pillars and everything decorated in shades of brown. It wasn’t a classy joint. They served craft beers and food, and I could sit right at the bar if I wanted to. If I’d had to get a table, I wouldn’t have frequented the place. Nothing screamed “loser” more than someone sitting all alone at a table.
I sipped on my third Jack and Coke. It was strong, but it welcomed me like an old friend. The bartender eyed me to check that I didn’t need service. I was a regular. Regulars tended to get served immediately. Keeping the regulars happy ensured they remained regular.
My phone rang, and Louie’s name flashed on the caller ID. I sighed and pressed the phone to my ear.
“Stop working,” I told him as my form of greeting.
“I need to finish this sheet,” he said. “Not all of us can afford to sit on our asses and drink all night.”
“Who says I drink all night?”
“I can hear the bar music, asshole,” Louie said.
I rolled my eyes, “What do you need?”
He explained his dilemma, and I helped him out, giving away my tricks of the trade. Helping Louie was my way of paying it forward and trying to get some good fucking karma. The poor guy was new at our firm. He was a young kid, a new recruit, with an interesting nature about him. He tried to look older, more mature, with a clean-shaven head contrasted with shadows of stubble on his chin. He’s always asking questions, which, I guess, shows he’s an inquisitive hard worker, but honestly, sometimes his questions are weird and get too personal. They feel more like an interview than beneficial to his career growth. But I try not to get too standoffish, because I had worked hard to get where I was, and if someone hadn’t thrown me a bone a few times, I would still have been on one of the bottom rungs.
“Thanks, Kyle. You’re a star,” Louie said before hanging up.
“A superstar,” I said bitterly to no one other than myself.
Louie couldn’t have been more wrong. No kid woke up with stars in his
eyes and said that one day he wanted to be an accountant. I’d had a dream of being a pro football player since the moment I’d realized you could make a career out of sports. For years I had lived and breathed the game confident I was going to enjoy the glory days with a football in my hands and the sound of cheering in my ears.
That is until I didn’t get chosen to play for the college team. Only one thing hurt more than being told I wasn’t good enough: being told that my best friend was.
I had taken Accounting as a fallback— my mom insisted— and thank God I had. I’d have been out on my ass now if I hadn’t. It had taken me time to get my act together. Right after college, with a basic Accounting degree and much bitterness over my botched-up future, I had started drinking and getting into trouble. It was months before I realized I had to get my shit together if I wanted to stay out of jail— or worse, rehab.
So, I’d done every course and exam required to become a chartered accountant, and I’d gotten a job so that my twin sister and her new husband— my ex-best friend— didn’t have to look after me. It didn’t help the bitterness at all, but I was better off, financially speaking at least. And at least I had a productive force with which to focus my energy.
I sipped my drink, thanking the powers that be for the existence of alcohol. I’d calmed down my ruckus ways, but I still enjoyed a strong drink after work. Even if it wasn’t exactly the life I had anticipated having, I was grateful to have turned my life around, Just as I was thinking about this, a noise behind me made me turn my head. A couple of big guys walked through the doors, and excitement rippled through everyone in the bar.
Florida Sharks players.
Fuck.
What the hell were they doing here? This was a rundown dive bar in a shitty part of town. There were many other places over on North Beach where I wouldn’t have to be reminded of them and where I wouldn’t have to be reminded that my brother-in-law was one of them, living the life that should have belonged to me.
Sure as shit, Jacob Larson was with them, his blue eyes shining. Yeah, he was living the life. He had nothing to be sour about.
I wanted to get out of there before they saw me. I didn’t want to face Jacob, talk to him, pretend that everything was fine. I had done that for a while.
