Her Dom's Secret Past
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Nestled inside was a beautiful engagement ring.
A huge round diamond in a swirl design set atop a yellow gold band and on either side were four channel-set princess-cut diamonds. I couldn’t speak, I was actually lost for words. John reached across the table and took my shaking hand. He took the ring and placed it on my finger. I peered at him through a haze of unshed tears. This man meant the world to me.
“Say you’ll marry me, Ana. I love you so much.”
I could only nod, my throat blocked from my emotions.
I heard applause and swiveled my head around. The staff were circled around us and all beaming as they clapped. The maître’d popped the cork on another bottle of champagne and filled our glasses.
“Congratulations. On behalf of the staff, we are honored that you chose our restaurant for such an auspicious event.”
John thanked him and I smiled up at him. Then I took a mouthful of the cold champagne to moisten my dry throat. I held my hand out and watched the diamonds sparkle and gleam in the light from the candles on our table and the soft overhead lighting.
“Do you like it? I had it made from the same place as your collar and bracelet so they all match.”
“Like it? I love it! Oh, John, it’s absolutely beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you. I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were my woman. Since that day I found you again, my life has been complete.”
“I do love you, my Sir. Love you more than heaven and Earth.”
I had no idea how we got home. It was as if I were in sub-space, I was floating on air. It was totally unexpected, but I was unbelievably happy.
Of course, when our friends found out, they insisted on throwing us an engagement party at one of the local restaurants near work. It was a wonderful night.
Planning for the wedding took precedence over everything as far as I was concerned, but I had Becky and Charlie to help. John and I had decided on getting married on August thirtieth. It was the anniversary of when I moved in with him. I had no ideas for my wedding gown—imagine that! A wedding dress designer who couldn’t come up with an idea for her own wedding!
Stacy came to the rescue.
“Belle? Can I show you a few designs?”
“Of course, Stacy. Come in.”
She put a design board on my work table and stepped back. She seemed very nervous for some reason as I examined it and immediately fell in love with one of the gowns.
“This one is lovely, Stacy, it’s … ethereal. I love it!”
She blushed and said, “That’s my favorite too.”
Stacy still appeared uneasy but she took a deep breath and said, “I knew you were having trouble coming up with designs for your own gown. I hope you don’t mind, but I had these few ideas and I drew them up.”
I was rather teary to think she had designed these with me in mind. “I was hoping you’d choose the same design as I liked best. I sorted through fabrics and came up with these.”
She added swatches of the fabrics and laces she’d chosen as well as the tiny crystals like stardust. I could see it would be perfect. It would flatter my curves and look amazing. I hugged her.
“Stacy, this is truly wonderful. I’m honored and would love to wear it. I’ll leave you to make it.”
“You mean that?”
“Yes. Pretend I’m the client.” Then I laughed. “Ha, I am the client!”
Stacy’s voice was hesitant as she asked, “Do you like the color? I hand-dyed it.”
“It’s stunning!”
I held the swatch she’d given me in my hand and turned it back and forth.
“I thought of the inside of a shell, you know that opalescent sheen. I thought the bottom layers could be ombré in this soft apricot and pinks with hints of purple and blue.”
“It’s gorgeous. I truly love it, Stacy.”
The gown had long sleeves of fine tulle with floral beading and lace. The embroidered lace and draped bodice were a sweetheart corset with a low scooped back and beautiful crystal accents. Then there was the bottom. It was unbelievable—a cascading skirt with three white tiered layers with horsehair trim and three full layers, all ending in a cathedral train.
The two bottom full layers had the ombré colors—apricot-pinks on the top one and the purple-blues on the bottom.
I reassured her that I loved the gown and she set to work taking down my measurements.
“Stacy, this truly is an amazing gown. Once it’s finished, I think we should feature it. The ombré colors are something very different. We’ve done colored gowns before but never this. You are very clever.”
“You mean that? You want to feature it?”
“Stacy, if it is even half as good as this design, it will be spectacular. Of course we’ll feature it, and it will have your name—Brides by Bella, designed by Stacy.”
“Oh.” She was lost for words and I grinned at her.
“Get used to it. Mind you, I’ll expect more stunning one-off designs like this amazing one from now on.”
****
We booked a reception place and a church for the wedding. The reception venue was on the waterfront at Berowra and it looked amazing while the church was in Hornsby—a lovely Uniting Church with a delightful clergy. As the date for the wedding got closer, I wasn’t sure who was the most nervous—John or me. Then again, maybe it was Charlie. He seemed to be continually in a panic about everything from the invitations to the seating, even the serviettes had him in a dither. I had to laugh when Justin said he’d never seen him acting this “gay”.
The dress fittings were going well and a week before the wedding, I tried on the gown for the final time. I’d seen countless brides burst into tears when they tried on gowns and never thought I’d get that emotional. But boy, let me tell you, when I saw myself in the mirrors I couldn’t help myself. I burst into tears.
Stacy, Charlie, Carrie, and the rest of the staff choked back a tear or two as I stared at the woman starting back at me.
Charlie stammered, “Belle … you. Shit, Belle, you are stunning! Breathtakingly beautiful!”
I raised some of the skirt and did a little twirl. The ombré colors shone exactly as the mother-of-pearl inside a shell as I moved back and forth. I hugged him and Stacy. John would be knocked off his feet.
I spent the night before the wedding at Becky’s. Charlie, Justin, and Cass were taking care of John. I hoped among the four of them they’d get to the church on time.
The day dawned full of sunshine and Becky and I went off to the hairdresser’s for the full treatment. Somehow, she managed to tame my wild mane. In keeping with the ombré theme, the bottom layers of my hair were dyed in pastel colors with the white layer over the top. I had a wreath of flowers rather than a veil. They matched my bouquet of orchids—white and pastel colors. We had the same orchids on each table to carry through the ombré theme.
At last, it was time!
Chapter Thirty-One
John
I was a man, and men don’t notice all that much despite what women think, but when I saw Anabelle walking toward me in that amazing gown, I was blown away. With each step, I saw different colors peeking out. It reminded me of seashells we’d found on the beach at the villas. She was breathtaking, and in a few minutes she would be mine completely—mine as my wife and mine as my collared sub.
Each step brought her closer to me, and with each one, I thought back to that very first day when I’d seen her.
I never could have known at that moment she would become my wife. I remembered thinking how wild and beautiful she looked. I recalled how she had glanced up at me with those amazing light, emerald-green eyes. By the end of our time in the villa, I known I’d fallen in love with her. She was everything I adored and more. I never could have guessed how the next twelve months would unfold.
I loved her—it was as simple and as complicated as that. When she reached my side, she smiled and my heart flipped as it always did. The confident Dom in me fled as
I stumbled over my vows while Anabelle’s voice rang out true. Hand-in-hand, we almost danced back up the aisle to be greeted by our friends.
Somehow, we got through the reception together.
“I wish we were back at home. I don’t want to share you tonight with anyone my dearest, darling, Ana.”
She laughed at me as we took our first dance together as man and wife.
“Hang in there, handsome, only a few hours to go.”
And it was. It seemed to zoom past in a whirlwind of dances, food, kisses from friends, cake, more dancing, photos, and even more photos until at last we escaped. We were spending the night at home. Then first thing in the morning, we were heading back to where it all began. But first there was my beautiful sub, my beautiful wife, to take to our marriage bed.
From the front door to the dungeon was a trail of all my clothes and both of our shoes. Somehow, we managed to remove most of them between kissing. We almost stumbled down the stairs and into the dungeon. Anabelle stood there in that beautiful gown and my eyes filled with tears.
“It has to come off,” I said gruffly.
“You have to help me, Sir.”
She turned and there were what seemed like thousands of tiny crystal buttons. My hands shook wildly as I slowly revealed my wife. Finally, she stood before me in a pair of panties that, to be honest, were really a tiny scrap of lace, one white, lace-topped stocking, and nothing else except her collar, bracelet, and engagement and wedding rings.
“Where’s the other stocking?”
“Somewhere between here and the front door, Sir.”
“Give me that one.”
She rolled it down her leg very slowly. Just watching had me wanting to throw her to the ground and fuck her. She held it out to me. I took it and pointed to the floor. Dropping to her knees, she put her hands behind her. I loved seeing her like this. I could stare at her for hours. Maybe ten minutes passed before I made her stand.
Carefully, I used the stocking to twist around her tits and her back. I admired at my handiwork. Her nipples were now like hard pebbles, the nylon under each tit.
“On the fuck bench.”
She gracefully moved to the bench and took position. After I strapped her in, I hit that ass until my handprint decorated it bright red and she was moaning loudly. I picked up some lube and a condom and paid careful attention to those pretty panties. I didn’t want to remove them so I cut through the crotch with my emergency scissors—nice.
Fingering her cunt and her ass, I could knew how ready she was then I lubed her asshole. Then I used a couple of fingers to get her ready for my condom-covered cock. By now she was groaning, little “ohs” and “ahs” as I began to push my dick into that tight, tight hole.
Once seated, I fucked it hard, my balls slamming against her, the slapping noises echoing through the room. Reaching around her with one hand, I pulled hard on her clit and that was all it took to have her screaming, her body rocking with her first climax.
I didn’t want to come in her ass, although I was fucking close. After pulling out, I dragged off the condom. I untied her and carried her over to the bed—I wanted to make love to my wife.
How to explain how it felt?
To have my cock inside the woman who was mine, all mine, I was a king. At that moment I thought I was completely invincible. Slowly, I moved inside her, drawing my dick almost out then slowly back in again. Her eyes glazed as I began to increase speed until I was pumping in and out. She wrapped her legs around my body, allowing me deeper inside her. I couldn’t hold back any longer and gave one hell of a shove. When Anabelle came, it sent me into the heavens as I filled her with my cum.
We lay there.
Just that, our bodies entwined as we slowly drifted off to sleep—my woman forever.
****
We spent two weeks soaking up the sun, wandering along the sandy beach, and, of course, renewing our friendship with Rolly.
Over the next year and a half, Anabelle slowly drew back from work, leaving more and more on Stacy’s shoulders. I knew she’d miss it, but as she’d said herself, it was time to start thinking about her future, our future. We took a few trips in our boat and then I bought us a four-wheel SUV, and Anabelle finally took me outback to see the red kangaroos.
Man, were they huge!
Our life was eternally perfect. My past was finally just that—past. We had the best of friends, we had a home we both loved, and a life that was filled with adventure, love, and fun. But more importantly, we had each other forever.
The End
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