As Ashton said, we went back to the dress store.
The consultant smiled at us when we walked through the door, “Afternoon, my name is Sara; how can I help you today?” She asked us. Ash pushed me ahead of him,
“My bride is wanting to look at some dresses.” He tells her,
“I can certainly help with that!” Sara says excitedly, “Do you have a style in mind? Or perhaps, when’s the wedding, we can play off the season.” I looked to Ash,
“I don’t think we know when we’re getting married,” I admitted,
“Here’s an
It’s been a couple days since our trip to the city and the discussion of me being Ashton’s sub. Honestly, I’ve been avoiding him and the subject. Still, I don’t think I can avoid it for much longer, especially since he wants me to see him in his studies when he gets home from work. I put dinner in the slow cooker and then went to the parlor to wait for him. When Ashton finally got home, I followed him to the study. I looked up at him a bit, watching as he removed his jacket and removed his tie, unbuttoning a few top buttons on his white shirt. “Have you had enough time to think over what we discussed the other night?” He asked, pouring himself a drink as he leaned onto the desk. I bit my lip, scared to answer, but I took in a shallow breath before meeting his gaze, “How can I be your sub without you putting,” my face flushed, “it in?” I asked. Ashton smirked and set his drink down, reaching his hand for mine, “May I show you?” He asked, “Just to test it out;
I smirked as I trailed my fingers lightly down Hailie’s back; her breath hitched, followed by a light moan. I grab my feather tickler and run it down her back, then over the curve of her hips, until the feathers run over her sensitive nipples. Hailie whimpers softly as I squeeze her ass, “Do you like this?” I ask, running the tickler down her side, “Yes.” She says softly, “Yes, what?” I growl in her ear, making her purr, “Yes, sir,” I smirk, she’s learning quickly, “Do you still feel like you’re not a submissive?” I ask, her beautiful body shivering when I move the tickler over her covered pussy. “Answer me, baby girl,” I tell her, wanting to hear her admit it. “I-I don’t…” I take the tickler away and reach for another toy, but which one? A whip? It might be too much for her to handle right now. Pinwheel? Possibly. Then it hit me, “I’m going to remove your panties,” I told her. She wanted to protest,
I stretched my arms as I sat up in my bed. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I noticed that I wasn’t in my bedroom in the guest house. I’m in one of the spare bedrooms in the main house. What am I doing in here? Then it hit me… Last night…in the study… As the memories flooded my mind, I could feel myself getting drenched. The dominating tone of Ash’s voice and the feeling of the feathers that tickled my body sent shivers down my spine. And his tongue…God…I bite my lip at the memory of my toes curling as his tongue and fingers tortured my pussy in the most delicious way that I have ever felt. I glanced over to see some clothes laid out with a note: Come downstairs when you’re ready. And don’t worry about the chores. You’ll be the estate’s Mistress soon, so I’ll hire someone to take over that. I had to go into the office today, but I expect you to be in the study and on your knees when I get home, baby girl. You’ll be having another lesson
I slumped into my chair after getting off the phone with Hailie. I hated leaving her today, but I had things I had to do at the office, and sadly, it couldn’t wait.Terry was telling Ethan all about my upcoming wedding. Ethan was shocked, to say the least, when Terry told him who the blushing bride was.“And how does Hailie feel about the match?” I hear Ethan finally ask, directing the question towards me. I smiled at the thought, “She wasn’t too thrilled about it at first, but after the other day, I think Hailie’s coming around to the idea more and more.” Ethan raised a brow at me before patting my shoulder, “Just make sure you’re doing this because you love her.” He tells me, “Not because it’s an easy out.” Before I could reply to his warning, the door to the office flew open to reveal a well-groomed man with slick back hair, hints of silver peeking through, and a gaze that
I tapped my foot to the music as I cleaned the guest house. Since I don’t have to clean the main house, I’d at least clean the guest house. I was vacuuming when Ashton burst into the house, “Why the hell haven’t you answered your phone?” He yelled, though the music was so loud, I couldn’t hear him. Nearly jumping, I turned down the music and faced him, “What?” Ash stomped over towards me and pinned me against the wall, “Why didn’t you answer your fucking phone, baby girl?” Ash growled; I gulped a bit as his hands gripped my hips, “I-I was cleaning.” I stammered; his hand came up my torso and around my neck, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “Are you okay?” He asked; I nodded a bit. I stared into his eyes and saw something there, concern? Fear? Hesitating momentarily, I raised my hand to cup his face. Ash removed his hand and leaned into my touch, “What happened, Ashton?” I muttered, trying to figure out what caused this surge of emotion. Ash shook his head and engulfed me
I groaned as I tried to stretch, my arms trapped in their place. Confused, I see Hailie curled up on the couch, using my thighs as a pillow and one of my arms as a blanket. I didn’t even remember falling asleep last night with Hailie in my arms. Hailie shifts, snuggling her head into me. I bite my lip, trying to ease the tension in my body as she moves closer to my throbbing member. Sucking in a breath, I try to move her so I can get up, but Hailie shifts once more, her lips inches away from the tent forming in my pants as she moans in her sleep, making my member harder with each hitch of her breath. A low growl left my lips as my hand gripped the arm of the couch, trying to control myself. When Hailie finally began to stir, I was struggling to catch my breath; between her being dangerously close to my ‘not so little’ friend and the fact that I hadn’t had a release in just over twenty-four hours, to say I was having a case of blue ball
My mind is racing as I think about what happened just a few hours ago. This feeling in my stomach makes me flutter and gush whenever Ash looks at me. It seems impossible, but I think I’m falling in love with him. It can’t be love, though, could it? This is supposed to be a marriage of convince. A business deal, not… I shake my head in confusion while I glance through the binder. We finally decided on a date: May 24th. My mother’s birthday. Surprisingly, Ash was the one to suggest it; I think he noticed that I was getting distraught by the fact that I was getting married and I didn’t have my mother here to help me plan everything or help me pick out my dress, or tell me how beautiful I look before I walk down the aisle to my husband. As Ash and I sit in the living room going over the guest list, the new caretaker, Helen, walks in, “Mr. Woods,” she said shyly, still a little nervous about being around him, which I didn’t understand, “There are two gentlemen here to
We hadn’t seen or heard from Victor and my alleged father in nearly two months, which I was grateful for. Ash has been busy getting things situated with work so we can go on the honeymoon after the wedding. While I have been hard at work making sure everything is ready for us to leave, Helen has been a big help, though she seems she knows more about my honeymoon than I do. She even included some lingerie. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve thought about it. I’ve been thinking about it since I asked him to do it, but he was right: it wouldn’t make me feel better. I wanted to be loved by the person I gave myself to and love that person, too. “Are you prepared for the wedding on Friday?” Helen asks. I give her a smile,
As time went on, Ashton and I finally told everyone in our lives that we were expecting. Everyone was excited for us, but none as much as Terry! He’s already calling himself Uncle Terry. Ashton and I found a very nice apartment in the city and Helen has agreed to keep an eye on the house for us and we’ve decided to go back for vacations and major events. Maybe Lillian will have her wedding here one day. I shake my head at the thought; that Ash would rather die than hear of the thoughts of his little girl getting married before she was even born. I managed to get through the first trimester with no complications, or horrible symptoms. I’ve been busy trying to get the apartment cleaned up and pick out the nursery. Ashton was hard at work at the office so I’ve been trying to do things on my own; I’ve already been ordering things for Lily too. Things really seem to be looking up!I finally found her nursery! It’s a stunning bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows that bring in gorgeous
I inwardly groaned as I listened to a client. She was going on and on about her neighbor doing something to her, but when I did my research on the matter to see if there were even grounds to make this a real case, I found out that this lady was one of the infamous Karens I have heard so much about. I was about ready to bang my head against the desk when a soft knock sounded on my door and opened slightly to reveal my stunning wife poke her head through, “Hailie?” I said; my client jerked her head to the door and with the snobbiest attitude I had ever heard, she said, “Um, excuse me, we’re in a meeting.” I was about to say something but my wife had a look on her face that basically said ‘This is not the day, and I am not the one.’ It must’ve been a long day. “Can you come back? Or are you deaf?” I took a breath to mentally prepare for the outburst my wife was about to give this woman. “Bitch, I have had a long day and I can tell that your case is not going anywhere,” Hailie told h
Just like I had told him, Rowan emailed me the documents I needed and I headed over to the twins' place for us to go over everything. Ash was at work so I had to go by myself but Angel and Will have become pretty good friends of ours since all this started going on. After what felt like hours of going over the documents, I could feel my mind pounding as Angel and Will explained everything to me. “So, we can help with the gun shipments, but for some of the other implements of what your organization does, I’m not sure if we’ll be much help,” Angel tells me; I raise my brow, “What do you mean?” I asked, curious about what he was talking about. He got up and came over to the other side of the desk and began to explain, “This portion here,” he points to the sales records of something called, Fairy Dust? “What the hell is Fairy Dust?” I ask, trying to make sense of it. Angel chuckled and began to explain, “It’s a drug.” Angel tells me, “It’s a mix of MDMA, cocaine, and a sprinkle o
The following week, we were still reeling from the thought that Hailie could be pregnant already. She had her period a week or so before the wedding, so she’ll be due soon if I remember right. Reaching the house of the Henderson twins, we started up the stairs and through the double doors. We were led through the corridor and to an office where the twins, Luz, an elderly couple, and a young man, probably their bodyguard. Hailie was obviously nervous as we walked in, “Ah, Ashton and Hailie, welcome.” Will said as he came over, shaking my hand and placing a kiss upon Hailie’s. The elderly couple stood and made their way towards us. Hailie took in a slight breath as the man extended his hand to her, “Hello, I am Rowan O’Malley,” he told her and then motioned to his wife, “This is my wife, Cathleen.” She smiled at them both, shaking their hands, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Hailie tells them, “Though, I wish it was under a different circumstance.” He chuckles a bit, “Yes, w
I left Hailie alone to get us some food; she was still sleeping when I left so maybe she’ll be hungry when I get back. Deciding on the cafe we went to when she got her wedding dress, the same day she decided to see where things could go with us, I ordered us both some food and then made my way back toward the office. I just hope she’ll accept this peace offering. When I returned, I opened the door to my office and saw Hailie sitting up and crying, “Hailie?” I ask softly, setting down the food and going to her side; what could have happened in the hour I was gone? She mumbled something I didn’t quite catch, so I asked, “Hailie, what’s wrong?” She glanced up at me, smiling, “I’m pregnant.” I felt a weight slam into me when the words left her lips. “How do you know?” I asked; there’s no way she could know this soon, right? She handed me the note that her grandfather had given her. The note was a check for nearly a hundred grand, the note reading:Rayen, We know we weren’t there f
Finally calming down, I emerged from the bathroom. Ash and my grandparents stood in the waiting area; my grandmother’s eyes were red from her tears. When they saw me, their faces went grim, as if trying to hide that they were sorry that they found me, and weren’t doing a good job at it. Ash came up beside me, trying to comfort me, I gave him a soft smile, but he knew I was still pissed with him. “Hailie,” I heard my grandfather say, gaining my attention, “I know it doesn’t make up for not being a part of your life when you were little, but, here.” He handed me an envelope, “You don’t have to open it now, you can wait. But, please, know that we did love your mother, and we love you too.” I take the envelope from him, “Thank you,” I say, trying to be nice to them. “Perhaps,” my grandmother said softly, “you’ll allow us to be a part of your life now?” Hearing those words, looking at the people that I share blood with and not memories, I wasn’t sure what to say, but I knew what I co
Getting the call from Ash, I hurried and got ready and left for the city. I’m starting to wish we already lived in the city so I could get there faster. I pulled into a parking spot and started up the steps of the office. Ethan was in his office and waved at me through the glass, “Hey, Hailie,” Terry said as he met me in the waiting area. “Hey, Terry,” I glance around, “Where’s Ash? Is he in his office?” Before he could answer me, Ash came out of his office with an extremely nervous smile on his face. “Hey, beautiful.” He said anxiously, “Glad you could come by!” Why is he so nervous? “So, I need to talk to you real quick.” “Okay, let’s go to your office.” I tried to walk by him, but he stopped me, “No, let’s talk in Terry’s office.” I saw the terror on Terry’s face when Ash said that. I didn’t think anything of it as Ash led me to Terry’s office; dragging Terry with us. It was strange for us to be talking in Terry’s office, but what was really strange is that Terry lo
Trying to get some work done at the office, Terry came beside me, “Your wife is terrifying.” I chuckled as I went over some files, “Yeah, well, I knew that before I even thought about marrying her.” “And you still married her.” “My wife of nearly fifty-nine years was the most terrifying woman any man ever laid eyes on.” Ethan chimed in, “But she was also the most beautiful. My Ellena was a Wiccan, a woman with a heart as big as the ocean but a temper that would make the devil tremble at her feet.” Terry and I shared a glance, then looked back at Ethan, “And you married this woman because?” Ethan chuckled, “I’m the only man that showed her any real respect. Plus, she told me that if I was to ever hurt her, she’d turn me into a toad or something.” I raised a brow, “I still don’t see how you married her, but okay,” Terry said. “You’ve been quiet about everything that’s been going on,” I told Terry, but he shook his head. “What’s going on?” “I’ve been going over things with
I sat in the library, reading a book I had begun before Franklin passed away. Due to the craziness of the last few months, I could not read. I had not heard of the author, but the book seemed interesting. The door to the library creaked, and the scent of hot tea and peanut butter filled my senses. I look over the couch to see Ash walking in with a cup of tea, honey, and a plate of apple slices and peanut butter, “Hey, beautiful,” he said softly, “I thought you might want a snack.” I smiled, marking my spot in the book and taking the offering from him, “Thanks!” Ash moved a table closer so I could set everything down, and then he picked up my book. “Citadel, by C.M. Alongi?” He hummed, “Is it any good?” I nodded, unable to answer him since I had some apples in my mouth. Once I had swallowed, I took the book back. “I’m not far into it, but it seems interesting.” I explain, “I had started reading before your grandfather passed away, but when he did and then the engagement and t