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I find myself smiling as my grandmother waves. Bubby insisted on being one of my bridesmaids. She’s dressed in the same gown as Eileen and Reese, holding a bouquet of orchids. It means so much to me for her to be here. She’s always had my back and my life wouldn’t be the same without her.
I let my gaze wander to the center of the aisle and the man waiting for me. Christian has never looked better. He shaved his beard, got his hair cut, and is filling out a pricy tuxedo nicely. I can tell that he is nervous about being the part of the center of attention, but that’s okay. Soon he will have my hands to hold and I will help him through it. Just like I know he will help and protect me and our children for the rest of our lives.
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After a night of dancing and partying, we retreat to our honeymoon quarters. Christian bought the biggest stateroom on the boat. It’s not too much bigger than the one that Bubby and I had, but this one has a king-sized bed.
My shoes are killing me, so I immediately sit down on the mattress, slip them off and rub my slightly swollen feet.
Christian looks over and frowns. “I thought that didn’t happen till later in your pregnancy.”
I shrug. “I expect it was all the dancing, love.”
He comes over, dropping to his knees before me. He leans down, giving my belly a quick kiss, then takes my feet in his big hands and starts to rub them. “Lean back, pet,” my new husband orders. “Relax.”
I drop down onto my back, sinking slightly into the soft mattress. Christian works my feet over then pushes up the layers of my dress so that he can massage my ankles and calves. I flinch as his fingers touch a ticklish spot.
“We can’t have any of that. You need to stay still, pet.”
Climbing onto the bed and crawling over me on his hands and knees, my husband covers my shoulders and neck with kisses, before pulling one of my arms over my head. There is a slight brush as he pulls something over my wrist, then the leather loop tightens trapping my arm out straight. As he pulls my other arm up and ties it back, I smile, glad to see that not everything about my bossy boss has changed.
“Legs too?” I ask coyly.
“Of course.” Christian leans down to kiss me, then crawls over the bed to attach straps around my ankles.
Bound to the bed with my legs spread wide, I feel excited to be in my husband’s control.
Christian steps back. He looks me over with approval, smiling smugly. “I have the prettiest little wife,” he tells me. I find myself blushing at the compliment.
The tuxedo jacket slips from his broad shoulders. Christian sets it on one of the chairs in the seating area and then starts undoing his cufflinks. I watch how the muscles in his arms move under his white dress shirt. I ache to touch them, but I can’t. All I can do is wait and let the anticipation build.
Cufflinks gone, my husband turns to me and slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes are hot with desire. I know he wants me badly. He wants to take me as his wife and seal our marriage bond, but first, he is going to tease me until I beg. Slowly, button by button, his shirt comes off revealing his sculpted, firm pecs then the ridges of muscle that line his stomach.
His pants sit low on his hips so when his shirt is gone, I can see the V-cut of his abdomen. The sight makes my mouth water. I know the thick, long dick that it leads to. I have seen it many times, but the anticipation never goes away.
My pussy is starting to ache badly as Christian rubs his hand over the crotch of his slacks. I can see his cock straining against his pants. I want him to free it.
Christian smiles as he notices my fixed stare. “Do you want this, pet?” he asks rubbing himself harder.
“Yes, sir!” A shiver runs up and down my spine. It causes my body to writhe and pull against my bindings. “I need it, sir. Give it to me please!”
“Perhaps,” he jokes, as he pulls down the zipper in the slacks.
The fabric moves off his hips and over his tight, round ass until the slacks slip down his legs to the floor. In his boxers, the thickness of his cock is even more apparent. The sight makes my pussy wetter. I can feel how damp my panties are.
Twisting my hips back and forth — as much as the restraints will allow — I try to entice him. “I need your cock, Christian,” I beg. “I can’t wait any longer. Please, fuck me!”
