63 iii. The Wedding Planner [Bonus chapter]

Mary had a sour expression on her face as she scrunched up her nose. The wedding planner is eyeing Dominus like he is some candy on a platter.

She has been sticking close by his side and asking for his opinions on all matters, ignoring her suggestions or making them look bad.

She did not want to make a scene but it is becoming too much for her to bear. When Dominus excused himself to answer an office call, she followed the wedding planner who chose to go to the veranda instead of talking to her.

“Do we have a problem, Trish?” she called the woman’s attention, who decided on that day to wear a very revealing dress, her cleavage showing and her legs on display for all to see. Well by all, it means obviously her fiance.

“Problem? None at all, ma’am. I am just helping out,” the girl had the tenacity to smile innocently at her after gawking at her fiance earlier.

“Helping? By touching the groom every chance you get? Or by dropping your notes and picking it up, making sure he would have a nice view of your tits?” she bit her lip. She already felt bad confronting this woman like this.

“Please stop being insecure, ma’am. I did not do those things on purpose,” the woman’s smile widened seeing how affected she has been by all her advances.

“I am- am just saying the truth. You have also been ignoring all my inputs and making them look bad,” Mary’s voice trembled. Is she going to deny seducing her fiance just now?

“That’s because your inputs are all substandard trash ma’am, oh I’m sorry. I mean, they don’t fit the motif I have in mind. You should just leave the planning to us since you don’t have the proper education to decide about the wedding,” she smiled cruelly at her, loving the way she felt enraged and defeated.

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“This is my wedding too. You can’t say that to me,” she felt so much anger as her body trembled.

“What? Do you want to hire another? May I remind you that I was sent as a peace offering by Dominus’s grandmother? Or should you return her gift so cruelly?” the lady smiled even more as Mary struggled to go to a nearby seat before she could do something she would surely regret later.

“No, I just want you to consider my opinions and to stop trying to flirt with my fiance,” she sat and sobbed on her hands as the woman comes near and sits with her.

“I am not seducing your fiance, ma’am. I think your insecurity is just acting up seeing how miserable you look next to me. As for the planning, do you want the madame to look disappointed once we follow your rather substandard ideas,” the lady continued, mocking her completely.

She sobbed with the palm of her hands covering her face, which was only interrupted by Dominus’s booming voice.

“Who do you think you are to make my fiance cry?! Get out of here. I never want to see your face again, unless you want me to personally wring that pretty neck of yours,” the lady scrambled away, leaving the two of them in awkward silence.

Mary looked at Dominus with her tear-filled eyes as he walked closer to her. He knelt in front of her and caressed her cheeks tenderly.

“Darling, don’t cry. We will just get a new one, a better one. I promise,” he assured her, wiping her tears away.

“But- but grandma sent her,” she sobbed, new tears replacing the ones he wiped away.

“This is our wedding, honey. Not grandma’s. She doesn’t get to decide how it will turn out,” Dominus patiently wiped her new tears with his fingers.

“But- but what if my ideas are not good enough? What if-if the-they make the wedding look cheap?” she stuttered, her anxiety coming back.

“Shhhh, darling,” he cupped her cheeks and forced her to look into his eyes.

“Your ideas are excellent, baby. I want the wedding to be according to your desires, and not as per other’s wishes,” he smiled reassuringly at her.

She rubbed her cheek to the palm of his hand, “I love you, daddy. Can you carry me to bed? I want to ride your back.”

“Of course baby,” Dominus turned around and waited for her to climb aboard his back.

“Daddy, I like this place so much. If only we can have it near the office. I would love to live here every day,” she said, pertaining to the beach house.

She clung to his neck and enjoyed her short piggyback ride. She climbed out of his shoulders when they finally reached the bed.

“If that is what my baby wants, then that should happen,” he smiled at her.

“No-no how can we daddyyy, it is so far from the office,” she panicked.

“We will move my office here. I can manage everything else even when I’m here, baby. I don’t have to be physically present at the office, all the time,” he assured her.

“Won’t that be so impractical and hard on your part, daddy?” she looked up at him.

“Daddy won’t suggest something so impossible to do. Don’t you trust daddy, baby? I got this,” he leaned closer, making her lay flat on the bed.

“Dadddyyy!” she blushed, seeing her cornered.

“What honey, I just wanted a bit of taste. To satisfy my cravings,” he teased her.

“But daddy! Ngh-” she was stopped from completing her sentence as he claimed her lips.

It was a kiss filled with hunger. He has been starved since earlier today. Gods, he can’t survive not fucking her for hours. It would probably kill him now.

She immediately responded to his kiss, opening her lips as he slid his tongue inside. Their tongues danced as they exchanged their salivas.

“Daddy,” she held into his shirt’s collar for support as he lifted her shirt, revealing her breasts.

“What is it sweetheart?” he asked her after suckling on one of her tender buds, making her back arch.

“Can we do this? The baby, is this safe for him too?” she asked him, even as she moaned when he bit her nipple softly.

“I’ll be careful, sweetheart. I won’t take you as roughly,” he grunted as he lifted her skirt.

All her thoughts evaporated as he claimed her lips once again, her voice drowning as he kissed her senseless. Soon she was tugging on his hair and desperately trying to remove his shirt.

“Let me,” he smiled at her and helped her remove his clothing, holding her hand as he guided it from his chest down to his abs, and further to his loins.

Mary’s eyes widened as she felt him already so hard. It excited her more just by her knowing that he is just as starved as she has been.

All these planning are giving them less time to stay indoors and giving them less opportunity to fuck. It is good she suggested meeting with the wedding planner inside the house.

He smiled before he licked one of her nipples, making her moan. Her juices flowed freely down her thighs.

“Dominus!” her voice was high-pitched as she arched her back.

“Want me to suckle, my love?” he whispered against her ear to which she nodded.

“Yes, daddy. Please suckle. Please make my nipples more tender,” she begged him, her heat making her whimper even when he barely started to touch her.

“Like this, honey?” he suckled on her nipple, his teeth grazing the already too sensitive bud.

“Yes, daddy,” she panted out the words even as she arched her back again.

“Want me to do this to the other side as well, baby?” he grinned, loving the way her eyes turned hazy from desire.

“Yes, daddy please,” she begged him, pride taking a backseat as her hormones drive her wild.

“Such a good girl for me, sweetie,” he suckled the other breast, letting his teeth graze her other nipple before biting down.

She screamed from the ecstasy she felt, the pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure that hit her and made her feel so wild.

“I love you, sweetie,” he licked the now red nipples as they hardened from sensitivity.

“I love you too, daddy,” she held into his shoulders tightly.

“What is it you want, baby? Tell daddy,” his voice was gentle but it made her wet herself. Her juices flowed freely down her thighs as her nails bit down on his skin.

“It feels so good, daddy. Please do more, daddy,” she pleaded, her knees shaking as she melted in his arms.

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“You are too needy, my love. What is it you want, baby?” he teased her more, removing her panties.

“Your cock, daddy,” she blushed. She is still so unused to saying something so vulgar.

“Are you already wet, honey?” he licked her neck as she nodded.

“Yes daddy, very,” she answered, arching he back once again as she pleaded for more.

“Then show daddy, exactly how wet you are, baby,” he instructed her, giving them a bit of space.

“What do you mean, daddy?” she asked, her mind clouded by the need to feel more from him. She needs more of him.

“I mean, darling. Touch yourself for me. I want you to show daddy how wet you are exactly,” he pinched on her nipple once again, making her juices mess up the sheets.

“But da-daddyyy!” she cried, her remaining dignity fighting with her desires. How can she do such a shameful thing?

“Perhaps you are not as ready as you claim you are, sweetie,” he withdrew even farther from her.

“No, please! No, daddy!” she held into his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“Will you be a good girl, and show daddy, sweetie?” he asked, smiling at her so confused state.

She nodded shyly as she answered with a small voice, “Yes, daddy. I’ll be a good girl, daddy.”

He smiled as she opened her legs wider, using the pillows to prompt herself as she opened her labia for him to see.

His smile grew wider seeing her in such an abandoned state, looking out to him for further instructions.

“Touch your clit for me, sweetheart, I want to see if it’s already sensitive enough,” he commanded her like a child.

She blushed and pressed her thumb on her clitoris, letting out a whimper as her body trembled. It was her weak spot. A so sensitive place for her to touch.

He smiled in triumph seeing her reaction. “Now, insert two fingers inside your pussy, and pump them gently, baby.”

She did as he wanted, making her juices overflow as she thrusts two fingers inside of her. Her mouth opened wide as she whimpered.

“Good girl, such a good girl for daddy,” he whispered, smiling at her victoriously.

“Now take out your fingers, and taste yourself. Tell me if you taste as ready as you look,” he caressed her cheek, making her blush even more.

“Da-daddy,” she stuttered, feeling a bit more embarrassed.

“Do it for me, sweetie,” Dominus kissed her neck, making her moan.

She did as she was told, removing her fingers from her walls and placing them in her mouth, tasting herself in the process.

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“How did you taste, sweetheart?” he asked her, smiling as their eyes met.

“Like a sticky clear water, daddy. Almost tasteless but at the same time, not so,” she blushed more, looking up at him.

“Let daddy have a taste, baby. Spread your legs for daddy and let me lap you up,” he commanded, her body readily following his instructions even as she turned redder by the second.

“Mnnngh!” her voice sounded lascivious even to her own ears.

She tried to muffle the sounds she was making, covering her mouth as he ravished and lapped up her juices. His tongue made circles on her clit before diving into her sweet folds to taste more of her.

She tugged into his hair as she begged him again, “Please, daddy. Now please.”

She arched her back as he unbuckled his belt, smiling at her as he slowly thrust in and out of her.

Soon she was shaking her head, she needs more. Much much more. She won’t come this way. She needs him to lose control even for just a little bit.

“Please daddy,” she asked him blindly. “Faster please, rougher. Please daddy... don’t hold back so much.”

“Okay, sweetie. Don’t worry, I’ll still be careful. Don’t worry, queenie,” he thrusts faster in and out of her but without the usual roughness. Soon he was hitting her g-spot, turning her into a crying mess.

She moaned, cried, and begged, as he thrusts faster into her core. “Let’s come together this time, baby.”

He held her hand and intertwined her fingers with his, the other hand tenderly cupping her chin as he thrusts deeper into her.

She felt like seeing his eyes for the first time. She never really realized how beautiful his eyes were, the shade when they make love is so remarkable.

His eyes turned into a bright flame of gold as he came nearer to the edge. It was almost inhumane.

“Mary,” he grunted as he came near. “My life, my queen,” he growled as he spilled his seeds inside of her.

Her body quivered underneath him, it was almost as if she was slowly coming down to a high instead of the usual maddening fury that leaves her a mess.

She quite liked it. She liked any of his takings. But this made her see a different side of him, one so gentle, so restrained it made her cry.

“Why are you crying, queenie?” he wiped her tears away, looking worriedly at her.

“Nothing. I just have this sudden urge to tell you just how much I absolutely love and adore you, my knight,” she held his hand and kissed his fingers.

“Are you copying me, baby?” he grinned, taking note of her action that reflected his so many times before.

“Maybe,” she admitted. “I just don’t know how to convey otherwise this much of emotions that I feel so deeply. I love you, Dominus. I love you more than I have let on.”

He smiled at her, “I love you too, my queen. More than any words that exist can possibly describe. I love you so.”

She buried her face in his chest as she listened to his heartbeat, lulling her to sleep.