"Your sexy ass," he corrects me, and squeezes it. "My sexy ass."
"Okay. I pulled it out of my sexy ass. So where did you get the ring? And the idea to propose marriage to me for a made-up date two months from now?"
"I already had the ring," he says. "I bought it yesterday. I knew that eventually I would want to give it to you, to propose. I just didn't know it would be so soon."
"Oh yeah?" I ask, cocking my head at him. "What made you decide to speed it up?"
He groans. I'm torturing him, purposefully not saying yes or no. I have questions of my own first.
"I had it in my desk drawer, and after I saw what you did for me in the conference room— and how spectacularly you did it— I came into my office to get this ring and give it to you. Because it made me wonder, what am I waiting for? There's no one better than you. I'm so glad to have you as my fake fiancé. And I want you as my real fiancé. Now that we have the date and the place, all I need is a real yes from you."
"But there's a problem," I say. "All of that was just as fake as our engagement. There's no way we could book the Houghton Hotel on June 29th. It's the most popular hotel in town and one of the most coveted wedding dates."
"Wow, Liz, you really are a wedding planner in your fantasies," Derek says. "You're really getting bogged down in these details.”
I smile, not wanting to let on just how much fun it was for me to make up all those elaborate details.
“I think you know I have pull in this town, and I can probably make a wedding there and on that date happen,” he continues. “It might be a bit unconventional… maybe, a brunch wedding, for example… but it could probably happen. And even if it can't, we can tell them we postponed it because someone in our family is sick, or maybe because you're pregnant."
"Pregnant?" I ask, looking at him in a mixture of astonishment, humor and awe.
He's really putting the cart before the horse. I didn't even say yes to his proposal yet and he's already talking about knocking me up.
"Well, there needs to be a little Derek Junior," he says. "Or a little mini- Liz."
I laugh.
"I love you, Liz," he says. "I know I've never even said it until I'm asking you to marry me for real, but I know you've felt it since nearly the beginning."
"I have," I tell him, gazing into his eyes. " I love you too, Derek. I always have."
"Okay then," he says. "Good. My point is that there are lots of ways to change this if it doesn’t work out, but the date and place aren't the important parts of my question. The most important thing I'm asking you is this. Elizabeth Jane Suttell, will you marry me?"
"Yes," I tell him, laying my head against his muscular chest. My muscular chest. Until death do us part. "Yes, yes, yes."
He stretches out my hand and places the large, sparkling diamond ring on my finger.
"It fits me perfectly," I tell him.
Then I can't help adding, "Just like you."
Epilogue
Elizabeth Jane
It’s my wedding day, and I can’t believe all that has happened since my mom first made me go see Dr. Monroe for a purity exam. I went from being an innocent, sheltered virgin to his dirty little slut, his fake fiancée to save his business, and now— the best part— his actual bride.
Today is also the day on which I’ve been reunited with my father. He and I float in a hot air balloon far above Derek and our wedding guests, who are gathered in the courtyard of the Houghton Hotel. The ceremony has started, and I can see Derek standing in front of the wooden wedding arch.
“Awww, he looks nervous,” I tell my dad.
“And he looks proud,” my dad says, and I agree.
Derek stands tall and strong, looking more handsome in his tuxedo than I have ever seen him. His groomsmen stand beside him.
I watch as Diana walks down the aisle as my maid of honor. She looks gorgeous in her couture bridesmaid’s dress, carrying calla lilies. I’m grateful for her, even though I used to be embarrassed when she talked to me. I’m glad she didn’t let my mom get in the way of our friendship.
Tracy follows her. Even from here, I can see her blushing as she notices another of the doctors at the practice seated as a guest in the aisle. There have been rumors that he has a crush on her and that it’s mutual. Some people even say they’re secretly doing the dirty just as Derek and I have been doing. Talk about workplace romance drama.
Then, pairs of animals walk down the aisle, two by two. First come the promised monkeys, then goats, then pigs.
“This is an interesting assortment of animals,” my dad remarks.
“We picked the friendliest ones,” I inform him with a grin. “You’d be surprised how docile pigs are. I read all about them on the Internet, when I was making my selection of animal wedding party members.”
“Oh, I’m sure they are,” he says. “I’ve heard that pigs are smarter than people.”
“Maybe if those people are three years old,” I tell him, with a snort. “But they’re definitely smarter than dogs. And chimpanzees.”
“Leave it to my daughter to find out everything about pigs while planning her wedding,” my dad says.
I smile, grateful that he can be here with me on my big day. Grateful to Derek for being the reason it came to be.
Finally, two elephants traipse down the wide aisle, and all the guests gasp. The way that Jeff and Niles’ mouths hang open is my favorite part of the day so far.
“You sure put together the wedding of all weddings, in a very short amount of time,” my dad says.
His tone of voice is one of admiration mixed with awe.
“It’s amazing what money can do,” I tell him, still amazed myself.
Derek made a sizeable donation to the zoo, as well as to the Albuquerque Balloon Museum, which lent us the balloon that my dad and I are riding in and in which Derek and I will be whisked away after the wedding, for a tour around the city, private champagne toast, and pictures, while our guests have cocktail hour before we meet up with them for the reception.
The date had obviously already been reserved by another bride, but money convinced her to change it to an afternoon ceremony so that she would have plenty left over for a lavish honeymoon. And Derek contacted the vast network of caterers, decorators, flower arrangers and other vendors that he keeps in touch with when he entertains other doctors for business deals.
Today is everything I could have dreamed of, and more. Except, as I look down at the wedding guests, I notice an empty chair. I’m reminded that not everything can be perfect.
“Even though Mom’s nutso, I sure wish she was here,” I tell my dad, unable to refrain from commenting on the one negative note.
“I know you do, Honey,” he says, putting his arm around me. “I hope one day she’ll come around.”
Mom was so upset when she heard what I’d been up to that she’d refused to come to the wedding, or talk to me at all. She thinks I’m a sinner and that my marriage will be doomed. And she was betrayed by the fact that I invited my father to walk me down the aisle.
“It’s a lovely day anyway,” I tell my dad. “Thank you for coming.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says. “I’m so proud of you.”
As the balloon lands and Dad and I climb out, I hear our wedding guests gasp again. I realize that it’s my mom’s loss if she doesn’t want to accept me for who I am. At least I’ve finally learned to accept myself. I’m reunited with my dad, and I’m marrying the love of my life.
My mom has been cruel, to me, and if she’s not sorry, then I don’t want her around. I wish for both her sake and mine that she could change, but unless she does, I’ve learned how to be happy without her mistreatment of me.
And it’s not hard to be happy today, as today is the best day ever. As Canon in D begins playing and I walk down the aisle, I see Derek’s mouth drop open in wonder. I also can’t help but notice that Mia Malone’s mouth is gaping almost as much, as she stares at my wedding dress.
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br /> Not only am I getting married today, but I’m doing it while wearing a dress that Berta made specifically for me. It’s called the Belle Rosa, and the designer told me he’s secretly christened it “Elizabeth Jane’s Belle Rosa.” The supplier told me the phone has already been ringing off the hook with orders demanding this unique new dress which I had requested be designed. It’s just one more thing that Derek’s money— and now my money— can buy.
As my dad hands me off to Derek, shakes his hand and takes a seat, I see that Derek is looking at me with a mixture of love and admiration. I feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world, to be having the wedding of my dreams with the man I’ve desired for so long. And I know that our life together is just getting started.
Derek
I admit it: I want to fucking cry when I gaze at my bride. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful, or as happy, as Liz looks right now.
I know she wishes her mom was here, but I also know she’d rather her not be here if she can’t accept us. I still have hope that it will work out one day for them. In the meantime, I’m going to do my best to be her everything. And I’m glad her dad showed up to walk her down the aisle and restore the relationship that her mom robbed them of for so long.
When it comes time to say our vows, I look deep into her sparkling eyes.
“I promise to be your protector, your strength, your inspiration, just as you have been for me.”
At my words, she starts crying, but they’re tears of joy and I wipe them from her eyes and then kiss them away as well.
“I’ll be everything you want and need, and I promise to tell you everything I want and need, so that we can continue to fulfill each other’s every desire.”
We hug, and the officiant says, “Alright, you two impatient love birds, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
I kiss her deeply, passionately, our tongues melding together as one, just as I know our bodies will later. She returns my kiss, with nothing holding us back from showing our affection for each other anymore.
And then, when it’s just her and me in the hot air balloon, I decide to start living out my wedding vows already, by telling her my deepest, darkest desire. Something I’ve never told anyone before— something I’ve never even wanted to do with anyone before.
I lean down and whisper it into her ear, even though no one else is around and the wind would quickly drown out anything I said out loud anyway.
“Really?” she says, looking up at me to make sure I’m not kidding. “Okay.”
From the way she swallows and smiles, I know the idea turns her on too. She squeezes my hand.
“Tonight?”
“No,” I tell her. “Tonight is our wedding night and I’m going to take your wedding night virginity.”
“What’s my wedding night virginity?” she asks, laughing.
“It’s the first time you’ve had sex as someone’s wife,” I tell her, smiling. “As my wife. And here’s what I want you to do for me.”
I whisper into her ear again, just to make it sexy and mysterious.
“I can definitely do that,” she says, nodding, “in our nice big bed.”
“Which I’m going to defile, by popping your wedding night cherry.”
She looks at me and grins, and I know that tonight is going to be our hottest sex ever.
Elizabeth Jane
It’s late, and our reception was just as much fun as everyone thought it would be. We had a live band, and a flamenco dance performance. We had a poolside party until late into the night. And now we’re at the house that Derek has just bought for us.
It’s our first time staying in it. We wanted to wait until we were husband and wife. Derek carries me through the doorway and says he’s going to make us some drinks in the kitchen. Neither of us had much time to drink much at the wedding because we were so busy making the rounds and socializing with our guests. Plus, we wanted to make sure we were in the right frame of mind to be able to do this.
Taking my hint, I dash upstairs and do as he told me to do when we were on the hot air balloon. I wiggle out of my beautiful wedding dress, and tingles of excitement run down my spine. I get up on our King sized, four poster bed and find the rope that Derek had told me would be here.
I tie one of my feet to the pole at one end of the bottom of the bed, and the other one to the pole on the other side. There’s also a rope tied to the poles at the top end of the bed. I handcuff one of my wrists to the slipknot, as instructed. And then I wait.
It seems like an eternity before Derek enters the room. I have goosebumps all over, and not just because I’m cold. I can’t wait to find out what he’s going to do to me. I know I’ll love it, but it’s also a bit scary, which is part of the excitement.
Finally, he walks in holding two whiskey glasses. His mouth falls open at the sight of me.
“My beautiful bride,” he says, crossing the floor in a hurry to get to me. “I’m going to make you mine forever.”
He sets our drinks on the bedside stand and begins unzipping the pants to his tuxedo. As his huge cock falls out, I realize it might be entering my asshole tonight, and I wonder if I can handle it.
“Can I please have a drink?” I ask him, knowing I’ll need a little liquid courage.
“Here you go, my wife,” he says, picking up the glass and holding it to my lips.
I sip from the glass and he looks down at me as if he can’t wait to shove his cock down my throat and make me drink his cum like I’m drinking this whiskey and coke. I know what my husband is thinking. And I love all of his dirty thoughts about me. Because they match my own about him.
He sets the glass back on the bedside stand after I’ve gulped down a lot of the liquid from it. He takes a sip of his own drink.
Then he looks down at me like he can’t wait to devour me. The same feeling returns that I had in his office when my mom first made me go in.
I need this.
I want this.
He is going to take me and do what he wants to me.
And I want him to do it so bad.
He picks up my wrist and handcuffs it alongside my other one.
Now I’m completely bound and tied up for him, exactly as he wants me. I’m his for the taking, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Derek
I’m so fucking happy when I walk into the room and see that my wife has fulfilled the requests I’d made of her on our wedding day. She’s tied up to the bedposts just as I had instructed, her legs spread wide open and tied down so that I can do what I want with her. Meanwhile, one of her hands is tied to the rope attached to the posts on the other side of the bed and now I join her other hand to it so that she’s completely tied down.
She looks a little scared, which turns me on. She appears as young, innocent and delectable as the moment she first walked back through my office doors.
“Well hello Elizabeth Jane,” I tell her, as if reliving that office visit once again. “How nice to see you. Like this. My wife.”
As I’d instructed, she’s wearing the pink silk panties she’d had on under her wedding dress. When I’d gone up there to get her garter belt, I’d slipped a finger inside and ever since I’ve been able to smell her on me. And I’ve been wanting to do this to her; here’s my chance.
Her tiny thong doesn’t cover her entire pussy. Part of her chubby, adorable little pussy lips are peeking out from the side.
I spank her pussy once, twice, three times. Then I grab onto her delicious folds and twist them, squeezing them while feeling her sweet juices running into my hand already.
“You’re nice and wet for me, Wifey,” I tell her, pushing my finger inside her pussy like I did that very first day in my office.
I put my cock in her mouth and I know she was already wanting to suck on it. She takes it eagerly, licking the head of it and then sliding her tongue up and down my shaft. I shove it down her throat and fuck her mouth.
I pull her hair and hold onto her h
ead, so that I can move my cock all the way around inside her lips, mouth and throat. She deep throats me, and I finger her while she gives me head.
“You’re so good at this, my slutty little wife,” I tell her.
She groans, her lips humming against my dick and making me feel vibrations throughout my entire body. I pinch her clit with one hand and her nipple with another, using her body for my pleasure while she eats my cock, because I’m no longer just her doctor or her boss or her lover or her fake fiancé. I’m her husband and she’s my wife and I love how she does everything I want her to do, and how she lets me do everything I want to do to her.
Just when I feel as if I’m about to come, I take my cock out of her mouth and move her panties to the side.
“I’m going to fuck you without any condom on,” I tell her, my cock hard up against her pussy. “You’re my wife now and you’re going to have my baby. But maybe not tonight because I’m going to take your anal virginity tonight.”
I shove it deep into her pussy. Her raw pussy feels amazing on my cock. She’s wet and dripping all over me.
“I want to have your baby,” she says, as I push my cock in and out of her.
She squirms underneath me as I fuck her hard and fast, no longer holding back like I did when I first popped her cherry. I give her the full brunt force of my big cock, and she moans while I thrust it in and out of her.
“Oh my God, Derek,” she says, in breathless rapture. “I’m coming.”
“Come on my cock,” I command her, as I feel a pool of her juices on my balls. “Because I’m going to come in your ass.”
She looks at me with a mix of pleasure and fear on her face, and I know it’s time to take the one thing she was saving to give me on our wedding night.
Elizabeth Jane
Derek’s naked cock inside me feels so good. I lay in a heap, out of breath and delirious with passionate electricity running through my body.
But he doesn’t give me time to relax. Instead, he takes off my panties. Then he unties my ankles and flips me over so that my knees are on the bed doggy style while my hands are still tied up. He spanks my ass and then he spreads it wide apart.
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