by DD Prince
Tessa smiled and then stretched. “I’m gonna crash.”
“It’s Tia’s last night as a single woman, Tess. Come on.” That was Bianca. “I brought this card game that’s supposed to be a hoot. And we have all this wine and food.”
“You guys go ahead. I’m tired. I’ll get up early with all the kids and all you guys can sleep in a bit.” Tess leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Sorry, Tia. I just… I can’t make myself stay up any longer. I’ll be good for tomorrow. So happy to welcome you into the family legally. I just can’t party tonight. I don’t wanna be bad company, so goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” I gave her a sad smile.
“Don’t be sad for me. I’ll be good. I have all of you guys.” She gave me a watery smile and wandered off.
“I’m gonna head to bed, too. I’ll get up early and help with the kids as well.” Lisa waved and left the room quickly.
Tommy
It was three o’clock in the morning and we were heading toward the patio doors, past the guards, one of which had informed us that the girls were rowdy, but he said it with amusement.
I’d heard my girl giggling from outside as I got closer. The doors were open and just the screens shielded them from insects. The music and laughter were traveling. Good thing we had no neighbors.
I stood off to the side but craned my neck to peek in the window of the patio doors and saw her on her hands and knees, her gorgeous jeans-covered ass up in the air with Bee beside her. They were picking up cards off the floor, both of them in fits of giggles. There was a black box on the table that read Cards Against Humanity and three wine bottles, two of them empty. Sarah was in a chair laughing her ass off, a glass of wine in her hand. “Daniel Radcliffe’s delicious asshole!” Sarah blurted and the girls laughed harder.
The place was so loud, I don’t know how the kids weren’t all awake. Luc was tipping a potato chip bag into her mouth. Lisa and Tess weren’t in sight.
“Go, send my bride to bed, will ya?” I gave my brother a nudge.
He and Ed went inside while I stayed outside to the side so I wouldn’t have to listen to screeching if anyone saw me set eyes on my fiancée after midnight.
“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up,” I heard Tia say, still giggling.
I heard a cackle of laughter on top of my brother’s deep voice as he was evidently teasing the girls.
I peeked into the window and saw Dare lift Tia off the floor and heft her up into his arms. Her arms wound around his neck and she declared. “Do you have any idea-r how hot you are?” She shook her head, then pulled a lock of hair out of her mouth. “Seriour-sly.”
Uh, what the fuck?
I felt Nino go stiff beside me.
“Like, seriour-sly. I saw you that day at the Dunkin Donuts parking lot when you helped abduct me and thought, wow. Broody Hot. You can wear a suit like… like you should be a male model.”
Dare chuckled and I gritted my teeth.
“Though, don’t get me wrong. I was already fantasizing about your brother. The minute he walked into my job at the ice cream parlor, I was… gone. Owned. By a man I thought I’d never see again. Boy, was I wrong. What a story, right? Crazy story, my life so far. I should write a book.”
“You write that book, you’d have to kill anyone that reads it,” Dare told her.
“Oh. Right,” I heard Tia say. “So mush for that plan. And you should totally try love again. Fuck that bitch who broke your heart. You’re Dario Fucking Ferrano. You’re hot, rich, and have that awesome V-thing at your hips. You’ve got it goin’ on. Find a non-bitch and get married and make beautiful babies, okay?”
“You okay for me to set you on your feet, Tia Tyson? I can’t carry you to your room or my brother would have my balls.”
“Fuckin’ right,” I said, and not low.
I heard the hush and then my fiancée’s panicked voice.
“You can’t see me. You’re not allowed to see me, Tommy! It’s our wedding day!” Tia shouted. I stayed off to the side.
“You stay right there, brother of mine!” Luc shouted and then I saw her, star-fish stance, in front of the window, looking for me in the dark.
She was tanked, too. My lips twitched in amusement.
“Then get your ass to bed before I have to come in there and spank it for thinking unholy thoughts about your future brother-in-law.”
“Appreciation is not unholy. And you’re my one and only, Tommy!” She called out, teasing. “But, I like it that you’re jealous.”
“You won’t like it if I keep feelin’ jealous, baby girl. Get your ass to bed. Last warning or I come in there, superstition or not and take you to bed myself.”
More silence.
“Um, I’m not exactly against that idea…” Tia’s voice had gone husky.
I heard female laughter, but then, “No!” As Bee’s voice cut in. “As tempting as it’d be to watch you go all caveman on her, I’m putting her to bed. Stay there, T.”
I waited a minute and then Dare nudged Luciana to move and poked his head out. “Coast is clear. Drink?”
I stepped in and shit, but the place was a mess. Sarah, clearly hammered, was tidying, smiling a lopsided hammered grin at me.
“One drink, then I crash. Where’s Tia gonna be?”
“Bianca’s putting her to bed with Lisa,” Sarah answered. “You got the master, but you gotta be out by eight o’clock so we can start getting ready.”
“The ceremony’s not till sunset.”
“And?”
I rolled my eyes and moved to the bar area to grab the drink Dare had poured for me.
“I love youuuuu, my ice cream parlor hottie!” I heard called down the stairs.
I didn’t hide my smile, though she couldn’t see it. “Love you, baby girl,” I called up. “Go to bed so you can wake up and marry me.”
“Alrighty then!”
The Wedding Day
Tia
With “love, honor, and obey” came smirks and snickers from me and my groom. Our officiant had to clear his throat to get our attention. We were sort of ‘eye-fucking’ for a while.
Dario cleared his throat, too, and I dragged my eyes away from Tommy.
The look in his eyes as he recited his vows? I knew he meant them. He would love and protect me. We would last forever.
The breaking of the vase was fun, too. We obliterated that thing. Stomping hard. More proof of many, many years together. Happy ones, according to the ritual.
The weather was perfect. Everyone looked great. It was smiling faces all around. A wedding. Something to celebrate. The Ferrano family needed this and we definitely celebrated.
***
It was the last note of At Last, by Etta James, the end of my first dance as Mrs. Thomas Vincent Ferrano Jr.
“Happy wedding day,” I said, kissing his chin. He looked absolutely heart-stopping gorgeous today. And I would never forget the love in his eyes as he watched me walk down the sandy aisle toward him.
He smiled and put his mouth to my ear. “Wife, when your husband takes you to bed to consummate our marriage, he’s going to rip that fucking vanilla dress off you and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”
Whoa.
He looked into my eyes. My wide eyes.
“I’ve got handcuffs and a spreader bar, some toys, and a tub of blackjack berry thunder ice cream.”
I had a top to toes full-body shudder.
“We stay another hour and then we’ll grab a cooler bag with the ice cream from the kitchen. I had the head chef with the catering company whip it up for us. The limo is taking us to a hotel in the city. They can party all night. We’ll come back tomorrow. And I’m gonna make you edge all the way to that hotel.”
I nodded, still wide-eyed. I looked virginal in my off-the shoulder white lace dress, my hair done in loose curls that hung down my back (the veil carefully packed away in Bianca’s suitcase after the ceremony) but inside that dress my nipples were puckered and my panties were drenched. I wa
s tingling everywhere at the sexy look in his eyes.
He lifted my hand high and used it to twirl me around. We danced to the next song. I stumbled a little, making him chuckle, clearly pleased at having affected me this way.
An hour later, we’d had more than our fill of food, dancing, booze, and revelry on a perfect day with the water, a beautiful sunset, and surrounded by loved ones.
I was no longer little Tia O’Connor. I was grown-up Athena Ferrano. Well, technically I was also sort of Valentina Caruso on paper, but inside, I was Tommy’s baby girl. And our real names were on our marriage license.
Regardless of what my identification said, Tommy’s girl is who I was.
And I knew that I was tied to this man, knotted with him in an inextricable way. He was intent on having me from the start. I had been intent on fighting it, but I’d lost. He’d lost, too, because he wound up feeling things, admitting that I had power over him, too.
So, though we both lost in that initial battle, we both actually won because of where we wound up. In love. In deep, immeasurable love.
I wore the eternity band and he’d worn the Celtic knot band that we’d bought in Las Vegas. Las Vegas not so long ago but yet so much had happened.
Was our life going to be predictable, safe, and happy? I had no idea, but I also didn’t care as long as I had him.
“You like it here?” he’d asked me as we were sitting down, catching our breath after a dance.
“Yeah.”
“Stay for a while?”
“Sure.”
“Then, where ever we go next, what kind of house you want?”
“I dunno. I like the look of that little farmhouse on the farm land. Love to live in a little place, just us, where we can’t be thousands of square feet apart.”
“A tiny crackerjack box house?” He smiled, shaking his head. “You do realize we’re fuckin’ loaded, don’t you?”
I shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be tiny. I like this house, too, having room for the whole family to stay. But I do know we don’t need a live-in maid and we also don’ two pool tables.”
“No?”
“You had one in your office and one in the basement. Who needs two pool tables?”
“Me. Then we can play strip pool in multiple locations.”
I chuckled. “Don’t you mean strip poker against the pool table?”
“Strip pool. Strip poker. Strip Cards Against Humanity?”
“We could just become nudists,” I shrugged and sipped my wine. “Seriously, though. It doesn’t have to be flashy. It can be cozy, too. Something bright and colorful with vases of fresh flowers all the time.
“When the time comes, we’ll find something perfect. Something you love. Let’s go. Time for our wedding night to begin.” He winked and grabbed my hand. I glanced down at his left hand with that ring on it. Damn, the sight of a wedding band on Tommy Ferrano’s hand was sexy.
***
It felt like a long car-ride in the back of that limo. It was a long drive but it was made longer because he teased me relentlessly all the way there. Making out like teenagers, dirty-talk, some dry-humping, but never getting under my clothes.
By the time we got to our honeymoon suite, I was a bridal bundle of arousal.
Candles lit. Champagne, chocolate cherries, and chocolate-dipped strawberries with sparkling pink sugar on them. The honeymoon suite was absolutely beautiful, the bed made with rose petals in the shape of T and T. And we were about to mess it up.
I was on the bed now. Looking up at him. He’d carried me over the threshold over his shoulder, like I was a piece of meat, and I’d giggled as I landed in the bed.
The Wedding Night
Tommy
“Spread,” I demanded.
She complied.
Miles of white fabric kept her hidden from me. And that wouldn’t do, so I shoved the dress up above her waist, exposing tiny white silky panties that were covered in cherries. Fucking cherries.
That thing in my chest flared. That Tia thing.
She smiled shyly. Shyly. Fuck. My baby girl. She wore these for me. She did so fucking much for me.
She looked so fucking beautiful today. On her wedding day.
“Who do you belong to?” I demanded to know, as I fastened her ankles to the spreader bar.
She looked completely submissive in that wedding gown, looking beautiful, eyes shining with love. With trust. My wife. Lying in a bed of rose petals.
Mine.
“I belong to my husband,” she answered, tears shimmering in her beautiful jade green eyes.
I shut my eyes and let that wash through me.
Never knew getting married would mean so much. Never knew that my perfect other half was out there. All I had to do was claim her. Had no clue how different it’d feel knowing she wasn’t just mine because I said so, she was also mine before the law, God, the world.
Yeah, it’s been a bumpy road, and yeah, I took someone and claimed her as mine, as much as she resisted in the early days.
Naw, it was far from moral, since she probably only opened up to me because I saved her from a fate worse than me in Mexico, but we were here.
I claimed her, and it would be on the highlight reel of my life, that moment in a bathroom in a hotel in Las Vegas when she first declared that she belonged to me. Not only did I claim her, absolutely willing to hold onto her whether she wanted me or not, but she surrendered.
And she isn’t broken.
My Tia is stronger, stronger and wiser, than anyone looking at her might expect a young beautiful girl to be.
And here in paradise, in the sand by a house I rented for us, we made it legal in front of God, and my family.
And now it was time to consummate our marriage.
My thoughts flashed to my father, and not for the first time today. Pop would’ve wanted a full catholic mass. Pop would’ve wanted four hundred plus guests, including his business associates and everyone else who bowed down to him, slapped his back and were ready to suck his dick if he so much as gave the word. He would not have been pleased with the type of wedding I had instead.
Then again, Pop threatened to hurt her by having a bloody wedding dress left outside my bedroom balcony door when I began to defy him. A signature Tom Ferrano warning. Dare found it and got rid of it before Tia saw it that night, but I saw it after the fact. And it was imprinted on my brain, present in my night terrors.
And then my father shattered my loyalty to him by taking her from me, knowing full fucking well what she meant to me.
Pop would not factor here on our wedding night.
I wanted, no needed, this beautiful fucking dress off her.
Her legs were apart and she couldn’t close them. What a beautiful fucking sight, that black bar holding them open, the red and black leather cuffs with their big silver buckles gripping her small ankles, me in control.
I was always in control with her in the bedroom, but this felt really fucking nice.
I slipped the white rhinestone high-heeled shoes off her feet and tossed them behind me. She wiggled her pink pearl painted toes and gave me a big smile.
Shit. Should’ve taken those panties off before I put the bar on. I threw my tux jacket off, then pulled them down to her knees and then buried my face between her thighs while ripping my white bow tie off.
Goosebumps rose on her thighs, her legs. I pointed my tongue stiff and lavishly licked from her opening to her clit and then I bit down. Her back arched and she groaned.
I had her ass cheeks in my hands. I did it again, eyes on her face. Her hands went into my hair. I suckled that little clit and rammed my third and fourth fingers into her hole together. She cried out as I sucked again and then began working her button with my tongue. I pulled my fingers out to undo my white button-down shirt while continuously working her with my mouth.
She came hard, before my shirt was off.
“Oh God, Tommy,” she cried out. “Fucking fucking, holy shit.”
I lau
ghed.
“You just did to my clit what you did to that cherry the day we met.” She was panting.
My face split into a grin. “Is it in a knot?”
“Uhhhh… yup.”
“Then let me untie it for you.”
I walked over to the door where our suitcase and the cooler bag were and pulled out the container and the pewter scoop. It was engraved with Tommy and Tia Ferrano, and today’s date. I showed her.
Her face lit up. “An ice cream scoop for all time. We’ll make so many sundaes with that. For us, our kids, our grandkids.”
“Fuck yeah. A long life together with lots of ice cream sundaes to look forward to.”
“Yeah. And Sunday breakfasts. And fishing trips. And sexy games.”
“Sexy games?” I lifted a brow.
She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded slowly. “Sexy games.”
“Right now, how about a sexy sundae?”
She nodded with a big smile.
I opened the container and scooped out some and put it right on her mound. It immediately started to slide down her hot body. I caught it with my tongue as it slid between her pussy lips.
She let out a husky sound and squeezed her ass cheeks tight. I put my fingers between them and opened her wider, chasing the melting ice cream as it slid down toward her asshole. I caught it and licked hard, pulling the clump of ice cream back up to her pussy.
She started squirming again, gasping, pulling at my hair, on the cusp of another orgasm.
I threw my zipper down and undressed and then pulled the bar high, getting my head under and wearing it over my neck. Her eyes were wide. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. The bar rested on the back of my neck with her underwear. Her legs were up high. My cock was poised at her cunt. I looked down at the sight and rubbed it with my thumb, feeling how cold, sticky, and slippery it was; how wet my girl, my wife, was for me.
“Is my little wife ready for her husband’s cock?”
Her eyes rolled back and she nodded and gulped.
“Beg me.”
“Please, give me your cock, husband.”
