Chapter 92: Angel
One month after Monroe's death, Angel quietly married Zachery. They held the wedding at the house with Marguerite and Stephens standing by them. They invited no guests because questions about Master would make things difficult.
The time leading up to the wedding was no less harsh, though Sir let his feelings show. They shared tears and laughter, talked about Master, and spoke of their future. None of it took away the pain, but it was a start.
Stephens arrived with the Justice of the Peace and then the noble man with a heart of gold walked Angel down the stairs and to her husband-to-be. The white wedding gown had a modest, high neckline and covered her arms, but hugged her upper body like a glove then flared out slightly at the waist. At Sir's urging, she wore no veil. He wanted to see her face and hair.
She gazed at Zachery-his black tuxedo fit to perfection, defining his muscled torso and accenting the length of his long, sturdy legs. Her heart rate decelerated at the sight of him and peace enveloped her with each word spoken by the man performing the ceremony.
It was over quickly. They signed the legal documents, then Stephens left the house once more to take the Justice of the Peace home. Marguerite took picture after picture while they waited for Stephens' return.
The four of them ate an incredible dinner and then celebrated with glasses of champagne. Marguerite surprised them with a small tiered cake that tasted like heaven.
Their wedding dinner broke up early. Her husband placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Come with me. I have something to show you." He took her hand and walked her upstairs to his former bedroom that he hadn't let her enter in the past week.
Inside, fresh white paint covered the walls, but unexpectedly, the room was completely empty. She looked at Zachery.
"I was hoping, when the time comes, we could paint this room pink or blue."
"A baby?"
"Yes, our child."
"May I have a pink one and a blue one?"
His smile was beautiful. "You can have ten of each, but I'd prefer they have your beautiful complexion."
"Rooms, silly."
She laughed when he gave a small growl and suddenly picked her up and walked her to their bedroom. "I'm carrying you over the threshold, but then, wife, my unkinky wedding comes to an end."
Still laughing and holding him around the neck, she gazed into his eyes. "I was surprised you didn't make me wear leather and chains."
He tossed her on the bed, her ruffled gown flouncing around her. He walked to the dresser and picked up a medium-sized wrapped box, handing it to her.
His playful smile had her wanting to tear the paper and discover what lay inside, but she slowly pulled back the wrapping and revealed her gift. She looked in the box and then gave him a slow, teasing smile. White leather wrist and ankle cuffs with metal rings to match her white gown lay inside.
His gruff voice let her know the fun and games were just starting. "I want just your panties off. The gown stays on."
"Yes, Sir."
She slipped the small bit of lace down to her garters and looked at him.
"No, just the panties."
He took them from her after they passed her feet and then he attached the cuffs. Securing her arms and legs to the corners of the bed, she lay spread-eagle, her gown covering all but her lower legs. Zach stood back and stared at her for a long time.
Staying still beneath his heated gaze was only possible because of the straps holding her down.
Finally, he shifted the fluffs of white satin until her lower half was completely exposed and he could reach her inner thighs with his mouth. She sucked in air when he bit down... moaned when he sucked... and squirmed when he used his tongue. He moved a little further down her leg and started the entire process again and again.
His marks covered the insides of her legs from knee to groin before he finally focused on her clit. His teeth gentled, but the torture worsened. She cried and begged for release, but he kept her on the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like hours. Through half-closed lids, she watched him sit back on his heels and ogle her twisting and grinding body.
"Please," she begged.
He covered her entire body with his and a mere second before his cock found its welcoming home, he whispered, "I please."
The pulsations... centered in her clit let loose as she pressed her groin into his, meeting each thrust with a counter thrust of her own. Within sixty-seconds her scream heralded her first orgasm. He didn't stop, and when he finally buried his teeth into the sensitive flesh between her shoulder and neck, just above the neckline of her gown, she came again. With barely time to catch her breath, he unbuckled her cuffs and flipped her over without removing her dress. She felt his fingers smear the silky juice from her pussy into the tight rosette of her ass before spreading her cheeks and sliding his hard cock inside.
She wasn't prepared, and it hurt. She inhaled sharply, loosened her muscles, and accepted every inch of his length. She cried out against the sheets and gave herself up to his power, submitting to his needs, and letting him control her body. He groaned with release and gave a last forward plunge. The pain was sweeter than any she'd ever known.
She loved that he claimed her in the long yards of satin.
Eventually, he helped her remove the gown, caressing each inch of flesh revealed. Zach was her husband, her Dominant, and her world. Only their unsteady breaths filled the silence and thoughts of Master floated through her mind. She fought tears though she managed to fall asleep with a soft smile on her lips.
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