Chapter 134: Two months later: Krispin
Club El Diablo was turned into a flower-filled chamber of love with all of our closest friends present. I waited with Matt and Stephon, my best men, as the carousel took a last turn and Damian helped my bride, dressed in yards of white silk, step down from the shiny black wooden horse. Lydia handed her a bouquet of flowers, but I couldn't even tell you what kind. My eyes were on my bride.
I learned what true beauty was and I learned it from her. She may never understand the hold she has on me or the one I have on her but neither of us care. The universe is working in my favor for once and I plan to take this, our marriage, to the end of time and beyond if possible.
A minister spoke until it was our turn. We wrote our vows ourselves and recited them while looking into the other's eyes. It was sappy, completely over the top, and absolutely perfect.
I, Krispin Dougen Right, promise to laugh and cry with you, share your dreams, show compassion, and understanding. To remain faithful. To respect and cherish you always. To stay by your side during sickness and health. To love you from this day forward for the rest of my life.
I kissed my bride, thanked the minister, and then released her hand. The ceremony was not over, only the part with the minister. Angela, my wife, walked away with Lydia while I accepted congratulations from our friends. It took her fifteen minutes, with every second being one too long. I removed my formal jacket and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my white dress shirt to help kill time.
Lydia finally walked back in first. When she moved to the side, Angela stood wearing her shiny, sexolicious metal corset that had made my cock stand at flagpole attention the first time I saw her wearing it. It had the same effect today. The skimpy black leather skirt which hugged her ass tightly left nothing to my imagination. Lydia moved in closer beside me.
"Kneel, Little Bird." Angela's Domme said with pride.
Angela pulled her eyes from mine and looked to her Mistress, then kneeled. Lydia removed the collar from around her neck.
"I set you free," Lydia said, placing the collar into Angela's hands.
"Thank you." Angela's small fingers traveled over it before she laid the collar reverently on the floor in front of her. She would keep the collar from Lydia for sentimental reasons, but she would be wearing a new one now.
I had the silver designed by the same designer who'd made the custom metal corset. They matched beautifully, their silver glow sparkling in the low light. I ordered the piece a month ago and insisted Angela wear whatever wedding dress she desired, as long as I chose her collaring ceremony ensemble.
She smiled as my gaze went from her breasts, the nipples almost peeking beyond the silver, to her expressive eyes. They told me so much but I needed to hear the words and know in my heart that she wanted to belong to me alone. "You are free to choose to wear my collar," I said gruffly. "I offer it to you with the promise to always protect you, find balance in mastering you, and treasure your submission every day of my life."
Her eyes never left mine. "Yes, Sir, I accept your collar."
My hands stayed rock steady while aligning the links around her slender throat. Stepping forward, I pushed gently on her head so I could fasten the clasp at the back of her neck. At last, she took my offered hand and rose to stand facing me. With everything she'd been through, innocence still coated her soul and I relished everything about her.
I clasped both her hands and placed them behind her back, holding them tightly with one of mine. With my other, I took her chin and held her still then slowly lowered my head to possess her lips absorbing her taste until it reached the deepest part of me.
Mine.
At last.
She was mine and we belonged to each other for eternity.
The day before, I had helped her scrub the new and already immaculate suite I had recently purchased for us at the hotel. We ended up making love on a floor of soapy water after I unexpectedly tipped over the bucket. Her laughter filled the room and then her moans replaced the laughter. I also sang to her while she continued her OCD behavior. I made up funny little rhymes to entertain her and keep her mind off the wedding. I'd learned with her that nothing was ever too clean. At least anything besides our dirty sex, our favorite kind.
My world tour began in three months and Angela would be there with me. If things got too rough, she could return to Lydia and Damian for as long as she needed. We'd discussed the ins and outs of traveling with me and she agreed she would tell me if it became too much for her.
Pulling back, I released her mouth and then looked around at my friends. The cheering began along with solid slaps to my back. Stephon and Matt even pulled me in for a large smack on my cheeks, the goofs.
The women surrounded Angela and congratulated her with appropriate noises while exclaiming over her collar and ring. Refreshments flowed with laughter filling the night. Angela even looked like she was enjoying herself. I kept my eyes on my submissive even when the guys tried to pull me away.
The hours passed until it was time for the very kinky wedding night I had planned and we were able to run off to the suite. We made out in the elevator and once the door to the suite closed behind us, my impatient fingers unfastened the laces allowing the metal corset to fall onto the soft carpet. Angela's eyes quickly flew to mine. I'm sure she could see my impatience.
"Knees," I told her sternly.
"Yes, Master."
The sound of that one word, said with my collar around her throat, went straight to my cock.
"It's time to sing, Little Bird. Sing for you master."
And she did.
Club El Diablo continues with Stephon & Matt
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