by Rebel Rose
“A blindfold?”
“Yes, mon bien-aimé. I don’t want this one spoiled before I’m ready.”
“Okay.”
I don’t think Tristan would blindfold me for a proposal, so I have no idea what’s going on.
He slips it over my head and I feel the car stop a couple of minutes later. I recognize the sound of an opening car door. “Can you see anything through the blindfold?”
Ironic. My Dom has blindfolded me in the car, not the bedroom.
“Nothing.” All I see is darkness with a bit of sunlight. It’s increasingly disorienting as we get out of the car, and he leads me to wherever we’re going.
I hear something—crashing waves, I think. And I smell salty air. Maybe. Are we at the beach?
“This way, love. I’ve got you.”
I take baby steps in the direction that he’s leading me in. It feels like he’s walking backward as he holds both of my hands. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t let you fall. Ever. I’ll always have you.”
“I know. I trust you.”
“Not much further, mon bien-aimé.”
It’s not sand I’m walking on. It feels firm, like concrete or asphalt, but I take about twenty more steps before we stop. “I’m taking your blindfold off but I want you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them.”
“Okay.”
He removes my blinder and the sun shines directly on my face. I feel its warmth against my skin and see its brightness on the other side of my closed lids. “You can open them.”
The breeze from the ocean blows a strand of hair into my face and lodges itself in the slit of one my eyes. I shake my head to make my hair fall over one shoulder. When I straighten, I look before me and see a magnificent beachfront home.
I wait for him to say something—give me an idea about what we’re doing here—but he doesn’t. “Is this where we’re staying?”
“Yes.” He’s beaming, looking so proud. “Do you like it?”
“It’s stunning.”
Behind me, he snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me tight against him, his mouth next to my ear. “It’s ours.”
“What?”
“I bought it for you. For us. For our family.” I turn my face toward him and his facial hair scratches my face. “I wanted a place where we could spend our vacations making happy memories with our children.”
“Tristan… I don’t even know what to say.”
“Say that you love it.”
I turn in his embrace and wrap my arms around him. “I absolutely love it.”
“And I absolutely love you.”
Coming up on my tiptoes, I press my mouth to his. “Same. And since we’re staying here instead of a hotel, I’m going to show you very loudly how much I love you.”
His brow wrinkles. “Well, mon bien-aimé… I’m not so sure about the being loud part.”
“What do you mean?” This is our property. Why can’t we be as loud as we like?
“You’ll see when we go inside. I need you to put this on again.” We stop at the front door and he stretches the elastic band on the blindfold, pulling it down over my eyes.
“You’re being totally weird.” But weird is his normal most of the time, so I don’t know why I’m surprised.
“You’ll understand why in a minute.”
We do the baby-step shuffle through the front door, and I assume that we must be in the middle of the living room. “Stand right there and don’t move until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I quickly turn my head in the direction of what sounds like the floor creaking behind me. “Tristan?”
“Everything’s okay, baby.”
His voice isn’t behind me. He’s in front of me.
Shit. I’m sort of starting to freak out. “What is going on?”
“Just… hang on a minute and you’ll see.”
I stand there with my eyes covered, waiting, and I hear movement behind me.
“Take off your blindfold.”
I lift the blindfold and see that he is on one knee. “Oh, Tristan.”
“Mon bien-aimé, there’s something I want to ask you.”
I can’t stop my smile. “Yes?”
I hear more movement behind me and I look over my shoulder, discovering that every important person in my life is standing behind me.
What is… what’s happening? Why is everyone here?
Tristan reaches for my hands, bringing them to rest inside of his. “I want to be the man who kisses you every night. The man who holds you like he never wants to let go. The man who doesn’t cheat or lie. The man who wipes away your tears. The man who tells you every day how much he loves you. The man who calls you wife.”
He releases my hand and reaches into the pocket of his jacket, taking out my dream wedding ring. “I want you to be my wife, Emma Lia. Will you marry me?”
I blink, my eyes slowly filling with tears. “I love you, Tristan, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together. Of course, I’ll marry you.”
Our friends and family clap and cheer as Tristan slides the ring onto my finger.
“And now for the next part.” He inhales deeply and exhales. “Will you marry me Saturday at sunset?”
“This Saturday? Like two days from now?”
“Yes.”
“I would love to, but how is that even possible?”
“With your family’s help, everything is already planned. All you have to do is show up and say I do.”
I’m immediately saddened when I think of my perfect wedding dress back in New Orleans. “I don’t have a dress.”
“The dress you put on hold earlier this week is here. It’s hanging in your bedroom,” Avery says.
“You knew about this when we went wedding-dress shopping?”
She nods. “Yes. Tristan assigned that job to Maryse and me.”
I look around and do a check in my mind. Every important person in my life and his is here. “You brought everyone we love here to attend our wedding?”
“There’s no way that we could take this step without the people we love being here.”
“I can’t believe that you did all of this.”
“I did it because I love you so much, and I don’t want to wait another day to make you my wife.”
I tug on his hands and he stands. Placing my hands on his face, I press a kiss to his mouth. “Let’s do it.”
“I can’t believe it. You’re going to be my wife in two days.” He wraps his arms around me and lifts my feet from the ground, spinning me around just like the day we found out about the baby.
He lowers my feet to the ground, and I press my mouth to his ear. “Is now the right time to tell everyone about the baby?”
“I thought you wanted to wait until you made it to the second trimester.”
“I did, but everyone is here. I feel like it’s the right time.”
“You already know that I want to tell the world. I’m just waiting on you to tell me that I can.”
“I want to tell them now.”
“Whatever you want, mon bien-aimé.”
I turn to face our friends and family, and Tristan wraps his arms around me from behind, our hands clasped over my stomach.
“As if the proposal and wedding announcement aren’t enough excitement for one day, Tristan and I have some more news to share with you.” I look over my shoulder at him and then back at them. “We are having a baby.”
The next minute consists of a mixture of gasps, gaping mouths, squeals, and clapping, but no one’s reaction is more important to me than my dad’s and Nana’s.
Dad comes to me, wrapping his arms around me. “My baby girl is having a baby.”
“Are you happy for us, Dad?”
“I’m happy if you are, baby.”
“I am happy. Very happy. What about you, Nana?”
“You know how much I love babies. And I guarantee that the two of you are going to make one beautiful baby.” A peculiar loo
k comes over her face. “It is just one, right?”
I place my hand over my stomach. “There’s only one baby in here, Nana.”
She hugs me and kisses the side of my face. “I’m happy for you, sweet pea.”
A husband who loves me with all of his heart. His child growing inside of me. A loving group of family and friends surrounding us to witness and support our nuptials.
Is this really my life right now?
If it’s a dream, I hope I never wake up.
My wedding has been planned in my head for years, long before I met Tristan Broussard. Avery and I have had it all mapped out since high school.
Every. Little. Detail.
A historic manor. Elaborate theme. All the intricate elements required to impress the most elite. The only thing missing was the groom.
Such. Bull. Shit. All of it.
A gossamer tulle dress. My hair in a romantic upsweep adorned with a single white plumeria picked fresh from the garden. My dad to walk me from our new beachfront home to the bridal canopy on the beach. Seven guests who mean the world to us. It’s all I need to say “I do” to my handsome Dom groom.
“Remember what we practiced, Michaela? You’re going to walk from here to your daddy. He’s waiting for you right down there on the beach.”
She’s only three so this should be fun. But it doesn’t matter. There’s nothing formal about this wedding. And I couldn’t imagine my sweet girl not being part of our big day; I love her dearly, as though she is my own.
“I get to drop the flowers this time?” Her small voice is so sweet.
“Yes. And when you get to the beach, you’ll go to your daddy and sit in his lap.”
Michaela walks toward the beach and makes it about halfway to the bridal canopy before she spots Adam and takes off running for him. Some brides might be upset that she didn’t drop the petals but all I can do is giggle. It’s a memory that we’ll laugh about for years to come. And my God, nothing has ever been as adorable as her jumping into his arms in her white tutu dress. I don’t think I could stand it if she was any cuter.
The wedding planner touches my arm. “It’s your turn now, Emma Lia.”
Okay. Here goes.
My dad and I walk the path leading to my almost husband. He slows his pace when our feet meet the sand. “Are you sure, baby? I know that you’re pregnant, but it’s not too late to walk away if you’re not one-hundred-percent positive.”
“I love him, Dad. I can’t even think about living without him. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
My dad nods. “That’s all that I needed to hear.”
I pass my bouquet to Avery when I reach the bridal canopy and Tristan takes my hands in his, squeezing them. “You are the most breathtaking bride I’ve ever seen, mon bien-aimé.”
The officiant gives us a moment to exchange words to one another and then begins. “Dearly beloved…”
Our wedding ceremony is short. And of course, the scripture that Tristan chose was about wives submitting to their husbands but also the duties of the husbands in protecting and caring for their wives. It couldn’t be more fitting.
I see so much love in Tristan’s eyes as he looks at me. And lust. But now it’s for his wife. His wife who will submit to him forever.
I am his final submissive.
My possessive alpha Dom. He knows just how hard to push. How hard to squeeze. How hard to bite. Damn these pregnancy hormones. I’m getting turned on thinking about it, and it’s going to be a while before Tristan can make me come.
“You may kiss your bride.”
Tristan cradles my face in his hands and presses one of the sweetest kisses ever on my lips before pressing his mouth to my ear. “I love you, Mrs. Broussard. And I’m going to fuck you into next week when I get you alone.”
“I love you, Mr. Broussard, and I truly look forward to that.”
“It pleases me to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Broussard.”
45
Tristan Broussard
Hooded, lustful eyes watching me. Nibbling her bottom lip. Emma Lia is giving me the look. Unspoken words telling me what she wants. What she needs from her Dom.
But what the fuck am I supposed to do about it right now? It’s cake and toasting time. Our friends and family, although only seven people, are here in our house, and they won’t be leaving anytime soon since they’re staying here as well. That part, I didn’t think out very well.
We cut the cake and drink champagne with our loved ones. Well, I drink champagne. Emma Lia has sparkling white grape juice.
I’m talking with Easton and Cat when I see Emma Lia entering the hallway that leads to the master suite. She looks over her shoulder, tilting her head, and I recognize her unspoken plea for me to follow. And of course, I follow. I know what my bride wants.
The pursuit ends in our bedroom. “Mrs. Broussard. Are you in need of something from your husband?”
She nods as she takes several steps backward until her back is pressed against the wall. And I know exactly what I’m going to do to her. “Pull your dress up so your husband can see your sweet pussy.”
She grasps her wedding gown at the thighs and inches it up until she’s exposed from the waist down. Lacy ivory panties and a blue garter around her thigh. Fuck.
“Pull your panties to the side and show me what’s mine.”
Emma Lia pushes her finger under the elastic band at the bend of her leg and pulls the fabric to one side. And there it is. Mrs. Broussard’s pretty pink pussy. Damn, if it doesn’t make me harder than even Miss Grant’s.
One word comes to mind more than any other: mine.
Her wedding dress will make this a little tricky but it’s doable. Probably best from behind. “Turn around and hold your dress out of the way.”
“As you wish, Mr. Broussard.”
I tug open the button on my pants, lowering my zipper as I move toward her. Grasping the waistband of her panties, I pull them down her legs. “Feet apart, love.”
One hand goes to my cock to guide it into my wife’s warm, inviting entrance, the other goes to her throat. “This is what you want, Mrs. Broussard? To be fucked against the wall by your husband while you’re in your wedding dress?”
“Yes, Mr. Broussard.”
I enter her hard and fast and deep. Fuck. I never tire of that gasp.
My cock no longer needs my hand for guidance so I move it to her clit. I want my wife to come. Hard. “Does that feel good?”
“Yesss.”
Her breathing and pulse increase as I grind harder. I apply bilateral pressure on her carotids. I know exactly what Emma Lia’s body needs to push her over the edge into pure ecstasy.
“I love you, mon bien-aimé. So fucking much.” I didn’t know that it was possible to love anyone this much.
“Love… you.”
Emma Lia beats me to the finish line, and I release the pressure on her throat a couple of seconds after I feel her come around my cock. As always, her climax is the onset of mine.
I shut my eyes and press my forehead to her back. “I’m coming inside you so hard, baby.”
We’re both breathless and trembling when I thrust the last time. Fuck, that was hot. The perfect way to consummate this marriage.
“My legs are shaking like crazy. I need to sit down a minute.”
I scoop Emma Lia from the floor and carry her to the bed. “So good you’re trembling, huh?”
She giggles. “Yeah. It was that good.”
I sit next to her and cup her hands around mine, bringing them to my lips for a kiss. “In all of my life, I’ve never been so happy.”
“Same.”
“I thought I was content to never love, but there was an empty place inside of me that called out for something unknown. I craved it as strongly as the air in my lungs. And baby, it was you. Not only do you give me everything I need, you give me feelings that I never thought I needed.”
“I didn’t know a thing about Dominance and submis
sion. I only knew that I felt alive for the first time in my life when you commanded me. Your dominance, your control, your protection… it changed my entire world. Pain and pleasure. Give and take. Heaven and hell. It’s our own little world where only we exist. And I will stay there with you forever. My submission is my gift to you and only you.”
I rub my thumb over the top of Emma Lia’s hand. “I suppose we should get back to our guests.”
“Yes, I suppose we should.”
I see Easton standing at the window looking out at the beach. “Didn’t think you’d ever see me do this, did you?”
He turns his attention to me. “Fuck no. I sure didn’t.”
“Honestly, I didn’t either until she came along.”
Easton chuckles. “Now that she’s your wife, I guess that means I’ll never get a turn with her?”
He’s the only person in the world that I’d let get away with saying something like that.
“Hate it for you, fucker. You were never going to get a turn with her whether we got married or not.”
“What’s the deal with her friend, Avery? Is she single or what?”
“She’s very single… and very vanilla.”
“Is she aware of your D/s relationship with Emma Lia?”
“She is.”
“Emma Lia has told her the details about your relationship?”
“She tells Avery everything, so I would expect that she has.”
“What is her take on the lifestyle?”
“I don’t know. You’d have to talk to Emma Lia about that.”
“I wonder…” He pauses a moment. “Avery is a beautiful woman. I wonder if she’d be open to trying the lifestyle with me.”
Claudia was a brand-new submissive when Easton took her, but that’s because Claudia approached him. She wanted to embrace the lifestyle. A relationship with Avery would be different because he’d be approaching her and proposing Dom-sub sex.
“Avery might be open to it if you’d be open to trying vanilla.”
He shakes his head. “Fuck that.”
Easton probably won’t let me hear the end of it, but I’m going to give him a bit of advice from one Dom to another. “Don’t knock it. Vanilla can be very enjoyable.”
“You do vanilla with Emma Lia?”
