by Joanna Blake
That I didn't have a chance to know her.
But hearing my father say that… well, it made me feel something else. I was proud to be my mother's daughter. She'd been an amazing woman. If he thought she would be pleased, that made me happy.
That would have to be enough.
My father squeezed my hand and smiled at me. He always told me that I reminded him of my mother. She hadn't grown up wealthy like I had, but she'd always had class in spades.
I heard the music and my father asked me if I was ready.
"Yes daddy."
We walked through the archway, following my soon-to-be sisters as they scattered white rose petals everywhere. Almost immediately, my eyes found Cade. He looked so handsome it nearly made me lose my footing.
This man had taken my whole world by storm. He'd challenged my very idea of who and what I was in the world. Behind closed doors, he'd introduced me to things I'd never imagined.
He hadn't changed me.
He'd exposed me for what I truly was.
And I loved him for it.
I stepped forward, my heart bursting with love. I was ready to say the vows that would make me his.
And make him mine!
Permanently.
He was my everything now. He was staring at me with equal intensity. I seemed to float down the aisle. I placed my hand in his.
I raised my eyes to the Judge and waited.
This was real. It was happening.
I was getting married.
Chapter Thirty
Cade
My chest filled up with pride at the sight of my woman. She was so damn beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. She was smart as a whip, prettier than a new penny and sweeter than honey.
Spicey too.
And she was mine.
I stood there, grinning like a buffoon as she walked down the aisle towards me. That was alright though. She tended to have that effect on me.
I had a feeling I would be smiling a lot over the next fifty or sixty years.
Longer, if they invented robotic replacement parts by the time we were eighty-five years old.
I took her hand and the ceremony began. The Judge spoke plainly, with a bit of humor, about the 'state of marriage.' He called it that too, even describing the geography of the place. There was trust in the hills, comfort in the flat lands and mutual respect by the seashore.
I smiled the whole way through that part too.
Camille and I kept stealing glances at each other. There was a twinkle in her eye that had me wondering what she was up to. Or she was just as pleased as I was to be getting hitched.
Her hand was still clasped in mine when it came time to say the vows. I repeated the words 'I do' after the Judge asked, then turned to watch my woman say them back. Her voice rang out loud and clear and sweet as a songbird in July.
"I do."
"Then by the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
I resisted the urge to shout yeehaw, knowing that my bride would not be amused.
My wife.
So I kissed her instead. Long, slow and deep. The crowd went wild as I took my time, pressing her gorgeous body against me. I could even feel her tiny baby bump between us.
It made me smile even wider.
When I finally stopped kissing her, the crowd rushed in to meet us. There was no return walk down the aisle. It was all shaking hands and accepting congratulations for what felt like at least an hour.
Someone pressed champagne into our hands and I took Camille's away, guiding her to a seat.
"You should rest sweetheart."
She smiled up at me, her face so lovely it made me want to kiss her again.
"Alright but only for ten minutes. This is my wedding and I want to enjoy it."
We were surrounded again, people swarming each of us. I didn't even lay eyes on her for a little while. True to her word it was ten minutes later when she nudged the people around me aside. I laughed at the way such a tiny thing managed to bulldoze the people around her.
She smiled at me and held out her hand.
"Come on husband."
I raised an eyebrow, taking her hand. I wondered if she wanted to sneak out for a quickie. I liked the sound of that. But that wasn't what she had in mind.
"Let's dance."
Camille
My face hurt from smiling and my feet hurt from dancing, and it was only ten thirty at night. But I still felt wonderful. I knew our wedding wouldn't wind down for at least an hour. But I'd tasted all the food and danced more than I had in years.
I was also the only person here who wasn't drinking champagne.
Cade, on the other hand, had had enough champagne to sedate a horse. I watched him, talking to my great aunt Sylvia with his siblings crowded around. He was so good with people, no matter their age or walk of life.
He'd even charmed my cat.
And that was saying something.
Now it was time for him to pay up on his promise. I'd waited all week, letting him do whatever he wanted when we were in bed. He had his fun, making me squirm.
Now it was my turn.
Luckily I was sober and he was a little bit sloshed. I smiled, my mind working in overdrive. I'd had a special package sent to the honeymoon suite. It wasn't just bridal lingerie and prenatal vitamins either.
No, I'd gotten some toys.
I'd also gotten a suite with a bed you could attach things to. Like handcuffs. Man sized handcuffs. With leather lining to keep him from getting injured.
Actually, they were more like old school manacles.
It was time to put them to use. I walked across the room to collect my husband. He was surrounded by adoring females, as usual. Only these were all under fifteen and over seventy-five.
"Come on handsome. Sorry girls, I need to steal him away."
He grinned at me, coming as willingly as a lap dog.
"Where are we going?"
I squeezed his hand and led him out of the main room and into the foyer. I waited until no one was looking and pulled him outside to the street. A limo was waiting for us there.
The driver opened the door and I held my hand out.
"Time to go, buttercup. Get in."
He looked shocked.
"We have to say goodbye to everyone!"
"No. We don't."
He smiled knowingly. He thought he had the upper hand. That was okay. He wouldn't be thinking that for long.
"I'm shocked Mrs. Dupree."
I climbed into the limo, smiling at my new name. The funny part was I'd put Rivers-Dupree down on the marriage license for BOTH of us. I wasn't sure he'd noticed.
Cade was taking my name too, whether he liked it or not.
The moment we were inside he pulled me against him, kissing me deeply. I was out of breath by the time we arrived at the hotel and Cade was fully erect. We'd spent the entire limo ride making out like teenagers.
It was a lot of fun, but I was eager to get to the main event.
We had a suite at one of the most venerated hotels in Manhattan for the rest of the weekend. That was the extent of our honeymoon. For now at least. We might take a longer trip in the off-season but it was still up for debate. We had a bun in the oven after all.
Cade simply couldn't take too much time off during the season. I didn't mind though. There were plenty of thrills to be had right here.
I leaned against him in the elevator to the penthouse.
"Tired, sweetheart?"
I shook my head 'no.'
We stepped inside and smiled at each other, a little uncertainly. We both knew that tonight was different. Special somehow.
Of course, Cade had no idea just how different it was going to be.
"Want to wash up?"
I gave him an odd look. Was he stalling? I knew he was aroused but I wasn't sure if he had caught on to my plans. I needed the element of surprise to pull this off.
"No. Do you?"
; He shook his head and I sighed in relief. Though, if he showered I might have time to hide all my tools… I felt like a criminal, scheming like this.
But he deserved it. And like the saying goes, he had it coming.
And then some.
I felt unaccountably shy as he pressed me against him. I could feel how hard he was. Good. That's exactly how I wanted him.
And I was going to keep him like that.
All damn night.
He lifted my wedding dress off of me carefully, then pulled his own clothes off until he was standing there nude. I took him in, smiling appreciatively. His equipment was all mine now. And I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
"Cade?"
"Hmmm hmmm?"
"Get on the bed."
He raised his eyebrows, grinning at me. He thought we were playing a game. Good. Let him think that a little while longer.
"Yes, ma'am!"
I watched as he lay down. I told him to get in the center of the bed and he grinned wider. He watched eagerly as I crawled on top of him, straddling his chest. He reached for me and I grabbed one hand, cuffing him before he knew what was happening. I locked the cuff to the bedpost while he was distracted, pawing my ass with his other hand.
Then I sat back and smiled at him.
Cade Dupree looked at his bound arm then back at me. He looked surprised as hell. I was loving every minute of it.
Finally, I was the one with the upper hand.
"Surprise!"
Chapter Thirty-One
Cade
"Does this hurt?"
I stared in shock at my bride. She'd shackled me to the bedpost before I even noticed. It was only one arm, but still.
She took my other wrist and slapped a leather cuff on that one too. I didn't resist as she secured it to the other side of the bed, wondering what the hell she was up to. I had to admit I was curious. Intrigued even.
Mrs. Camille Dupree was full of surprises.
She walked around the bed, leaving my feet unbound. She pulled something else out and I started to shake my head 'no'.
A ball gag. My bride had a damn ball gag. That was right about when I started to get nervous as hell.
"Open up, buttercup."
I opened my mouth to protest but she was too fast. Once again I was impressed by my wife's reflexes and sneakiness. She could give lessons in setting a trap.
Or gagging a man who had a foot and a half of height on her.
I had a moment of concern that she was going to try and put something in my butt. I had to draw the line there. Anything else was pretty much fair game.
I really hoped there was a blowjob in her plans.
"If it hurts, let me know."
She covered her mouth with her hand, pretending to giggle shyly.
"Oops! You can't."
She smirked at me and stood up on the bed, straddling my head. Then slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself down.
"If you can get my panties wet, you get a prize."
I moaned and lifted my chin, rubbing my face up and down the sheer white lace of her panties. She was dolled up in a garter and a strapless corset. She looked like one of those famous swimsuit models.
On steroids.
I inhaled deeply, loving the faint, warm scent of her. My dick twitched in response. Then she was gone.
She knelt beside me, running her fingernails over my skin. Up and down my thighs and over my belly, then down again. She avoided my cock completely, which was driving me nuts.
I stared at her fingers, trying to telepathically nudge them an inch to the left… or the right… just… there…
She lowered her lips so that they hovered over my cock, while staring into my eyes. She stuck out her tongue and briefly swirled it over my tip, nursing it with her soft lips. I groaned as my hips jerked upwards. But she stopped, all too soon.
Her cool hands closed over my shaft. I watched as she pulled on my cock a few times and then slid something over it. It hugged my balls and the base of my cock. I knew what it was too.
It was a God damn cock ring.
That could mean only one thing. One terrifying, wonderful thing.
My bride was planning on keeping me hard for a good long while. I groaned and tugged on my cuffs as she lowered her head again, giving me another quick suck. My hips shot up towards the ceiling but she just smiled and wagged her finger at me.
I moaned in frustration as she took off her corset, then undid my ball gag. She sat beside me, playing with her gorgeous tits. Making me watch.
"Do you want to taste?"
"Yes!"
She smiled and leaned forward, offering me one nipple and then the other. With one hand she reached back and stroked my balls. I cursed and she laughed.
"Don't worry Cade. I'm going to ride you. Just wait a little while longer…"
She straddled my head and pulled her panties to the side. I stared up at her gorgeous pussy, stretching my tongue out towards it. With a sigh she lowered herself just enough so that I could twirl my tongue against her.
She rocked her hips, circling her sweet lips over my face. I went to town, licking with a desperation I'd never felt before. In no time, Cami was coming.
I tasted the extra moisture as she creamed all over my tongue. I lifted my chin, wanting to rub my face all over her. She shook and shimmied as I tongue fucked her through a massive orgasm.
Cami slid off me and leaned against my shoulder. She was catching her breath from her well-earned orgasm. I had made her wait over a week after all. But her naughty little fingers were still busy, scraping up and down my inner thighs and balls.
She took a sip of water and offered me some. I slurped it, getting water everywhere. Then she put the ball gag back in. She ran her fingers over my cock, lubing it up.
"Such a nice, hard cock. I feel like riding tonight."
She winked and straddled me.
"Now Cade, you know the rules- no coming! Not until I say so."
She smiled as she lowered herself onto my bare cock. I groaned at the feel of her tight little pussy as it enveloped me. She held onto her tits, pulling on the hard nipples. The sight of her like that… it was almost too much for me. I bucked my hips, trying to get further inside her but she shook her finger at me again.
Then she licked that same finger and lowered it to her clit.
My eyes practically bulged out of my head as I watched my wife bring herself to orgasm, with just the tip of my cock inside her. Her pussy convulsed all over my cockhead, giving me lots of teasing but no satisfaction.
I moaned as she settled down a little further. She started to rock back and forth, riding me softly. I wasn't in nearly far enough to get my rocks off yet.
Then she licked her finger again. I cursed, shaking my head. She stroked her clit, her eyes never leaving mine. She slid down further this time so I could feel her hugging my cock when she came.
"Ah ah ah ahhhhh!"
Camille was letting go, really enjoying herself. One hand played with her nipples while the other diddled herself silly. After another orgasm she finally slid down the whole way. We both groaned in unison. She was barely moving on my cock though. She was just sitting there.
It was diafuckingbolical.
She could come. I could not. Never mind the cock ring, the feeling of being embedded fully inside her but not being able to move was driving me literally insane.
I doubted I could have put two words together, even without the cock ring.
Then she did something even crueler.
She turned around.
I gasped when I saw her gorgeous ass. A sparkly faux gemstone winked at me from her ass. She'd worn the fancy butt plug I'd gotten her. One of many, many toys I'd given her over the past week. I realized it was the first time she'd worn it. She must have been saving this one.
She must have had it in during the entire wedding.
Camille gripped my ankles and started to ride me. I wanted to grab that ass and work it over my c
ock. But she had her own rhythm and she kept switching gears on me. I knew it was on purpose.
It was supposed to tease me, to get my balls full and on the verge of bursting. And it was working. It was sweet, heavenly torture. I was more desperate to come than I'd ever been in my life.
"Hmmm, that's nice. I feel like a cowgirl!"
She looked over her shoulder at me and winked.
"A reverse cowgirl!"
Then she did something so cruel I could hardly believe this was my sweet woman. My bride. I'd married this vicious creature and now I would have to pay the price.
Camille reached down and started to play with my balls.
Camille
I started to come again, using Cade's perfect cock to work myself into a frenzy. He grunted through the ball gag behind me but I ignored him, using my finger to bring myself to yet another rip-roaring orgasm. One of many I would have tonight.
I figured I had earned them.
I wasn't so cruel that I would leave him tied up like this all night though. Just a little while longer… I bucked wildly as the orgasm tore through me, making me lose my focus.
I arched backwards, my eyes on the ceiling. I waited for the shudders to pass, idly stroking his swollen balls. They were hot and heavy with seed.
I glanced over my shoulder at Cade. He looked like he was delirious from being tortured. His brow was sweaty and his face was twisted in concentration.
"Do you want to come, Cade? Have you had enough?"
He nodded vigorously, clearly desperate. I smiled at him sweetly. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't quite ready to stop.
"Soon. But not yet."
I faced his ankles and started to ride him again. I swiveled my hips with more confidence, liking the way I had total control in this position. I could work his cock exactly the way I wanted to, getting him inside me where he brushed my G-spot with each stroke.
I was getting close again when I heard it.
The sound of splintering wood.
