Page 46 of A Submissive's Gift

Nancy stepped forward, helping Elizabeth to her knees, squeezing her hand once she was in position.

The crowd watched as Elizabeth bowed her head before her Dominant. Logan stepped forward, slipping the band around her slender throat. Bringing the ends together, he spoke softly. “Elizabeth, look at me.” When her eyes found his, he continued. “You will always be myschatzi, my treasure. This golden note is a symbol of the gift of your voice that I am so honored to have earned. I swear to you in front of God that I will always listen to you as you tell me of your needs, your dreams, your fears, and your words of wisdom. I will thank God every single time you sing for me.”

She watched as he pressed his lips to the small musical note before dropping it back into the dainty treasure chest. Her heart swelled as she heard the slight click as the collar locked around her throat.

Logan helped her to stand and watched as she accepted a chain from Nancy. He smiled as she lifted it, a tiny key dangling that he prayed he would never, ever need.

“Sir, I swear that I shall never remove your collar for it is already part of me. I give you this key but pray that my eyes never see it again.” When Logan bent forward, she placed the chain over his head, and as he straightened, the crowd watched as she tucked the key out of sight inside his shirt.

Logan took her into his arms, their mouths fusing into a kiss that sealed every vow they had pledged forever.

Cheers sounded as Logan turned to present his wife and his sub to the room. The gleam of Elizabeth’s collar was only outshone by that which shone in her eyes.

Logan reluctantly released her hand as they were engulfed by family and friends. The back slapping, kissing, hugs and expressions of congratulations only ended when Garrett announced that it was almost time. He set up the tape they’d recorded an hour earlier to match the difference in time zonesbetween the East Coast to Texas. Jason and Ben worked to pass out the glasses of champagne that Craig was busy filling.

Ariel shook her head as she approached the newlyweds, who were once more oblivious of their surroundings. Her giggle brought them out of the kiss. “Hurry, you need champagne,” she said, pressing flutes into their hands. Shouts of congratulations and cheers turned into dozens of voices counting backward from ten as they all watched the mirrored ball drop in Times Square.

“Happy New Year, wife,” Logan said, his fingers linking with hers as they clicked their glasses together.

“Happy New Year, husband.” Draining her glass, she looked up into his beautiful eyes, her breath hitching in her chest as he took her glass, passing them to Garrett.

Logan took her hand, leading her into the small bar area. He smiled as he watched Elizabeth accept a small basket of strawberries from Barbara before turning her eyes up to his, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Are you sure you really want this processed stuff?” Craig asked, as he passed a large can of whipped topping across the counter to Logan. “I could whip you up some real?—”

“Not necessary,” Logan said, as he grinned down at his wife. “I assure you, my beautiful bride loves the stuff right out of the can.” He chuckled as Elizabeth’s cheeks turned as red as the strawberries in her basket. Her laughter, as he swept her off her feet, was a sound he would never tire of hearing. Whistles, cheers and voices wishing them Happy New Year and yelling congratulations surrounded them as Logan carried her across the floor and out the door.

Elizabeth’s feet did not touch the ground until Logan pushed open the door to their bedroom. Tears filled her eyes at the sight of the dozens of candles placed around the red chaise where she had found her voice. Scattered rose petals were the source of the sweet scent as they were crushed beneath Logan’s feet. Cuppingher face in his hands, he bent to kiss her, and his words had her ready to give her voice once more.

“You are the masterpiece that I will admire for the rest of our lives. I will never grow tired of unveiling you to paint on your canvas again and again.” He slowly undressed her and she him.

As she placed herself over his lap, feeling his hand stroking her, preparing to give her the special spanking she adored, her hand moved to her throat, her fingers lovingly encircling the treasure chest, visualizing the tiny musical note he had placed inside. “Give me your voice,liebchen,” Logan said softly, and with the first touch of his hand, she did.

The End