We're at an Italian restaurant near the courthouse when Ron gets the phone call. Ruby, Ron, Asher, Madilyn, Katie and I were pretending to enjoy cold calzone that none of could really eat because all of us have been waiting to find out the jury's verdict in my patent case.
"Thank you, Bailiff," Ron says. "We'll be right there."
"Jury's back," he says to the rest of us.
We rush back to the courthouse and I squeeze Katie's hand the entire time.
"It'll be okay," she says. "Everything will work out."
I sure hope she's right. Even though I know by now that she always is.
Sure enough, once we're back in the courthouse the foreman announces a verdict in my favor.
"Yes!" Asher shouts, jumping up as if the victory belongs more to him than to me— whose case it was— or Ron— who was the lawyer who did most of the work on it.
I look at Katie with a knowing smile, and she elbows Madilyn and says, "He's quite the showboater, isn't he?"
"Always," she says, with a grin.
The first thing I do is kiss Katie. I don't even care that the judge looks at me funny. The second thing I do is call my mom.
"Damien?" she says, sounding lucid today, thank goodness.
"Mom, I won the case," I tell her. "I can keep making your games."
"That's great, Damien," she says. "And make sure you let me know what number comes after eight hundred and four."
I guess she's not entirely lucid. But that's okay. She's understand better when I come see her and show her my improved Dominos-like game I made with her help.
"Was she happy?" Katie asks me, as I hang up.
"She sure was."
"At least one of our parents are."
"Hrmph."
Katie's dad was none too thrilled when he found out she's with me of all people. But I’m sure he'll get over it soon. It's not like he's one to talk.
I beam down at her, considering how far we've come. I'm so proud of her for continuing to make her own decisions. And I'm happy that one of those decisions is dating me.
"Well, you kids have fun celebrating," Ruby says. "I have some coding to do."
"I'll help you guys take this stuff back to the office," I say, gesturing to the boxes of files that contain the designs and other plans for my toys.
It's a lot to carry but there are plenty of them to do it. Really, I just want to get Katie back to the office so I can do what I want to her. It only makes sense to do it in the office that is still mine for a little bit longer. Then I'll be moving back to my regular office, and taking her with me, if I have any say in the matter.
"Aren't you glad you didn't listen to me and settle?" Ron asks, with a grin, as we walk back to the office.
"You gave me great advice, Ron," I tell him. "I know that settling would be the prudent thing to do. But no one has ever accused me of being prudent."
Once we're on the partners' floor, I nod to Ron and Asher one last time.
"Thanks for helping me win," I tell them.
"Nothing I like more than basking in the glory of a big win," Asher says, grinning widely. "And thank you. Because I couldn't have done it without you."
"Oh, honey," Madilyn says, playfully swatting his arm.
"Bye Madilyn, bye Ruby," Katie says, giving both of them kisses on the cheek. "Thanks for all your help too."
"Any time, Katie," Ruby says, with a wink. "I know I've been an excellent role model to you."
"But I'm the one who got this whole thing started," Madilyn says, and everyone laughs.
"You're certainly a real trend setter," Katie says.
Then they leave for their own respective offices and its just Katie and me, alone, like the very first time we were together.
Katie
"Turn around," Damien says, when it's just him and me alone in his office, with the door locked.
I do it, a chill running down my spine. He still makes me feel a mixture of fear and excitement. Just like the very first time I met him.
"Lift up your skirt," he tells me.
I do that too.
"Your ass is beautiful but it's not red enough," he says. "I'm going to have to change that."
"Yes, Boss."
He slaps me and I flinch, standing up straighter.
"Do you want me to spank your ass again?" he asks me.
"Please, Boss."
He does it, in the same spot as before. My pussy drips for him and my ass aches for more of his spankings.
"More, Boss," I beg him.
He spanks me hard, several times in a row, to the point where I start to wonder if other people will hear us.
Then he pulls me close up against him.
"I'm going to take your ass," he says. "Will you let me?"
"Yes, Boss."
He reaches into his desk drawer and takes out some lube. He lovingly slathers it all over my ass hole and reaches up inside with his fingers.
"There you go. Now I can take your little ass without it hurting too much. Just the right amount."
He slides his cock in my gently at first, and I tense up, feeling pain.
"Do you like that?" he asks.
"Yes, Boss."
I turn around and look as I realize he's not wearing a condom. He pulls my hair back a little, not too hard, and bites me gently on my neck.
"That's right," he says, "I'm claiming you. I'm going to come in your ass. And then I'm going to start coming in your pussy. Because you're mine and I want to isaac you as mine."
"Yes, Boss," I tell him, thrilled that we've reached this level in our relationship.
He pushes his cock all the way inside me so that it feels up my entire ass. I had no idea it could feel this good. I want him in every part of me, taking it and claiming it.
He reaches around and plays with my clit while pumping his cock in and out of my ass. With his other hand, he pinches and twists my nipple.
"Oh, my God," I groan. "That feels so good. I'm coming."
I feel his cock throb and pulse inside me.
"I'm coming too," he tells me. "Inside you. Without a condom."
I feel his cum gushing into me and then after a little while he rubs it around my asshole and pussy, looking down at it and saying, "I isaaced you as mine. You're mine."
I sit down in his computer chair, panting and exhausted.
"It's been a long day," he says, leaning against his desk to steady himself.
"Yes, it has."
"But I'm so glad you won your trial," I tell him. "And I'm glad we get to end it this way."
"End it?" he says. "I think we're just beginning."
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
He reaches into his desk drawer again and then gets down on one knee.
What the…?
"Katie Finnegan," he says, looking up at me and smiling. He's holding up a box with a very big, shiny ring in it. "My life has been amazing since I met you, and I don't ever want to let you go. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
"Yes," I nearly scream, not even caring who hears me now.
He takes the ring out and hands it to me. I put it on my finger but I barely have time to admire it because I just want to celebrate with him.
I jump up and he picks me up in his arms. He kisses me and says, "Now you see why I didn't think the condom was necessary. I don't think we need it."
I kiss him back and laugh.
"And why's that?" I ask. "Because we're going to get married?"
"That, and I think maybe we should have a baby," he says.
I look at him.
"You don't think that's a good idea?" he asks. "I know you feel like our parents kind of did a number on us, and that's true. But I think we'd be good parents. I know how to make toys, anyway. And I'd like to have a baby with you. What do you say?"
"No," I tell him, burying my head in his shoulder.
"No?" he asks, seeming genuinely hurt. "You really don't want to have a baby with me?"
I shake my head ver
y solemnly, but my grin still peeks through. I can't stop myself.
"Oh," he laughs, getting it now.
"Not just one baby," I say. "He or she will need a sibling."
"Two babies?" he asks, swinging me around in a circle in his office.
It's only his office for tonight; he won't be here tomorrow but wherever he goes, I'll follow him. And I'll still stay in touch with Ruby and Madilyn of course, even if I no longer work here. I can't get rid of those two, because they're not only fellow members of the Sugar Daddy Central society but they're also two of the best friends a girl could ask for.
"You don't want to have a baby with me because you want to have two babies with me, don't you?" he asks, in a happy, singsong voice.
I smile, still shaking my head. Then I shrug.
"Or more, Boss."
He kisses me and says, "Now that's more like it. Let's go tell everyone about all the big decisions we just made today. I love you, Katie Finnegan."
"I love you too, Boss."
"Forever and ever? As much as you've ever loved anyone?"
"And more, boss."
DAMIEN
As I stand barefoot in the sand on my wedding day, one thought runs through my mind: Life is fucking great. I know that every man is supposed to say that when he’s getting married, but I really mean it.
I started off with such humble beginnings and now I’m a billionaire who is marrying the hot virgin I deflowered. First I tied her up and spanked her ass until it was red all over, and now I’m putting a ring on her finger.
What more could a guy ask for? Sure, at first I didn’t believe in marriage. But that was before I met Katie. She blew everything about what I thought I believed in— or didn’t believe in— out of the water. So here we are getting married, and I’m fucking loving it.
We’re back in Ibiza but this time we brought the whole crew— or at least, we tried to. Asher, Cameron, and Jameson— coincidentally, all the same named partners of the law firm— are supposed to be my groomsmen but they’re not here.
To be more precise, then, I guess there are two thoughts running through my mind. After my amazing love for my gorgeous, curvy bride, the next biggest thing on my mind is: where the fuck is my wedding party?
Cameron had already told me at almost the last minute that he and Ruby weren’t going to be able to make it— which surprised me, considering that Ruby and Katie are so close.
But the show had to go on without them. And I didn’t even get time to hear the story as to why they can’t come. I figure there’ll be plenty of time for that after the festivities are over.
Asher is supposed to be the one to walk my mom down the aisle to seat her before the bridesmaids walk down, but he’s missing in action. He was taking his own private jet but he was supposed to have arrived in Ibiza hours ago.
I know he’s involved in a large class action lawsuit that keeps him really busy— and I also know that Madilyn is six months pregnant, just on the cusp of it still being safe for her to fly halfway around the world. But Asher had said that both he and Madilyn had time to jet— literally— in for the wedding, spend a night together at the hotel and a day on the beach and then jet back to Albuquerque.
I shift my feet nervously, wondering if anyone in our wedding party is actually going to show up. I can’t help but smile at the irony of hoping that they get here, though.
When I first met Asher and Cameron I would never have believed I would entrust them with the responsibility of being my groomsmen— and perhaps it was a mistake to do so, seeing as how they’re not here. But the two of them— as well as their law partner Jameson Reed— and I have grown quite close. They continue to represent me in various legal matters and I trust them with my business as well as with my wedding day plans— or at least I thought I did.
Katie still works for both them and me. Of course she doesn’t have to work at all, since I have enough money for the both of us to live comfortably on. But she says she needs the experience for her law school applications.
She wants to be a “weed lawyer.” She describes this job title as “someone who informs stoners of their rights under the law and represents them if those rights are fucked with.”
That’s my Katie for you— all spunk and sass, with a fucking amazing body to boot. Her curves still turn me on just as much as they did the first day I ever saw her, in the law offices of Isaacs, Sanchez and Reed. That’s why I’m fucking marrying her.
If this ceremony is ever able to get started.
One of the wedding planners— Katie hired so many I can’t even tell them apart— comes over and whispers something in the officiant’s ear. He nods at me apologetically, as if it’s forbidden for him to talk to me— and for all I know, it fucking is— and walks away again.
Then the officiant clears his throat and whispers into my ear, “They say your mom is getting a little bit… restless… waiting back there. Would you like to walk her down the aisle to seat her, since your usher hasn’t arrived?”
“Sure,” I answer quickly.
I hurry off to get my mom, nodding at our wedding guests on my way there in much the same apologetic manner as the wedding planner had just nodded at me. I hope that bringing my mom here to Ibiza and to our wedding wasn’t a mistake.
I wasn’t even sure I should bring her, given her issues. But she’s been doing much better with the help of her doctors as well as the toys and games that my company makes.
She was so happy for Katie and me and said she wouldn’t want to miss this wedding for the world. So we brought her on our plane with us and we hired an aide to be by her side 24/7, although so far she hasn’t really needed his help very often. She’s been reisaacably lucid.
As I approach the cabana tent where my mom is waiting with the aide and the wedding planner— trying not to think of how similar this tent is to the one I fucked Katie in the last time we were on this island— I hear a familiar laugh. It’s masculine and definitely doesn’t belong to my mom.
“Surprise!” Cameron calls out, walking through the sand to give me a hug. “I was able to make it after all.”
Asher is with him— and was the one laughing— and he also gives me a hug. Jameson is with them as well.
“I couldn’t leave without picking up Cameron and Ruby first and making them come with me,” he says. “And James was already coming with me so we both had to wait on Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez to get ready. So that’s the reason I’m late.”
“Don’t blame this on me, you asshole,” Cameron says, but he’s obviously joking. “Ruby and I had already decided to come and we were going to take our own jet. But Asher insisted we come with him and Madilyn and then he was late.”
“Why couldn’t you originally come?” I ask Cameron, curious.
I hadn’t wanted to pry, but since he brought up the pertinent issue I figure I’ll put the question out there.
“And why were you late?” I ask Asher immediately after posing the question to Cameron, without giving Cameron a chance to answer. I’m not sure which of them is confusing me more.
I look at Jameson for an answer but he shrugs his shoulders and raises his eyebrows. He was obviously just along for the ride and is just as perplexed as I am.
It’s not like Asher to be late and so it stuns me almost as much as the fact that Cameron had first said he couldn’t come, only to change his mind, all without explanation.
“So many questions, so little time,” Cameron answers. “Someone is supposed to be getting married right about now. So I’ll tell you later.”
“Yes, we need to get you married,” Asher agrees. “But as for me being late, let’s just say my ex-wife is up to her old drama and tricks again.”
“Seriously?” Both Cameron and I ask him at the same time.
“You always have to make everything about yourself, don’t you, Dude?” Cameron asks him.
“Yes I do,” Asher responds. “But you love me anyway.”
“You’re an asshole, but you’re a loveabl
e asshole,” Jameson agrees.
“But wait a minute,” I insist. “I was asking ‘seriously?’ for fucking real. I mean, seriously, your ex-wife is still causing problems, Asher? Again?”
Cameron, Asher and Jameson— and Katie, based on what she’d heard from Ruby and Madilyn— had filled me in on the drama that used to go on between Asher and his ex-wife and how she had tried to take down the whole firm. But they had made it seem like it was all in the distant past, and I think Asher believed that it was as well.
“She sure is,” Asher says, while shaking his head. “But don’t worry. I’ll handle it. It won’t affect business.”
Fucking Asher. Always the business man, even at a time like this.
“There’s my handsome son on his wedding day,” my mom calls out, and I turn my attention to her.
I’m happy to see she’s cognizant. I go over to her and hug her.
“So this was just a ploy to get me back here and surprise me with the presence of my two lost groomsmen?” I ask out loud, to everyone and anyone.
“Your mom’s doing okay, but in all honesty, she’s glad to see you,” the aide tells me, speaking in a tone so low it’s almost a whisper. “Earlier she was rocking back and forth and reciting numbers.”
“She does that when she gets antsy,” I confirm. “And sometimes for no reason at all. Thank you for letting me know to come get her.”
“And it happened to coincide with our arrival,” Asher says with a grin. “I had to come get the lovely Mrs. Hudson so I could seat her for her son’s wedding.”
My mom’s smile fades, as she looks back and forth from Asher to me.
“Six hundred and twelve,” she begins, rocking slightly. “Six hundred and thirteen…”
“Well, actually,” I interrupt her, putting an arm around her shoulder. “Since I’m here, I think I should be the one to seat my mom.”
“Good idea,” Cameron says, but Asher’s pouting.
He likes my mom and I know he was looking forward to being the one to seat her. He doesn’t like being upstaged from anything, even if it’s just wedding duties that most people would probably be glad to get out of.
“Oh, come on Asher,” I tell him. “She’s my mom.”
“I know, and it’s only because she’s such an amazing mom that I wish I could be the one to walk down that aisle with her,” Asher says. “But I’ll still make the first toast at the reception.”
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