“I do.”
Then I put my arm around her waist and one under her knees and picked her up, eliciting a squeal from her. She hated being carried, but I had to keep her off balance, so she’d give in and just let go.
“No fighting,” I said and placed her down on the floor beside our bed. Then, I kissed her forehead. “Katherine…”
That was our signal that we both were to fall into proper Dom/sub headspace, but it didn’t always work. Right then, she had this wicked grin on her mouth, and I knew I’d have to work extra hard to get her into proper sub mode.
“Katherine…” Then I turned her over onto my lap, pulled up her dress and down her panties and gave her ass a nice smack. “Behave.”
“You sound like Austin Powers,” she said with a giggle.
I couldn’t hold back a grin, but I forced myself to squelch it, breathing in deeply to gain control over my mirth.
“Oh, fuck it,” I said and rolled her over on her back, lying on top of her. She spread her thighs for me and I lay between them, my face over hers, the blindfold still on, the grin still on her lovely pink lips. “I’m not going to worry about proper etiquette. We have our whole lives for practice. Tonight I’m just going to fuck you.”
“Hard?” she asked softly, biting her bottom lip because she knew she was out of order.
I grinned back even though she couldn’t see me. “Any way I want,” I replied.
So I did.
She left before I even woke the next morning, and I was upset because while she didn’t want to see me the day of the wedding, I wanted to see her, maybe take her in the shower with her blindfold on, hoping it would slip off and I could prove to her that she didn’t have to worry about any superstition. Our lives together would be faced with many challenges, as all marriages are, and so we didn’t need to worry about non-existent threats.
She had her own will, and I was glad of it in the end. It made her all the more attractive to me.
Being alone gave me time to myself, to roam around the apartment, have a coffee, check my email and make sure everything was ready for our stay at the hotel and then our flight to Nassau. I called Ken and made sure he was ready, so we could pick him up on the way to Ethan’s apartment. As my best man, he would arrive with me and walk down the tiny aisle in Ethan’s apartment.
“Just about ready, bud?” he said when I called him.
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“Ready and waiting,” I said. “All I have to do is pick up the necklace I bought Kate. The jeweler is waiting for me so I’ll get it on the way when I come to pick you up.”
“Sounds good, and take a deep breath, Drake,” Ken said. “I hope you’re ready for the happiest years of your life.”
“More than ready,” I said. “I think I was waiting for Kate without even knowing it. Until she showed up, no other woman could come close.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Ken said, his voice sounding warm and fuzzy. “She’s definitely the one, if that’s the case.”
“She is,” I said and smiled.
“When did you know?” he asked. “When did you know you wanted to marry her?”
I inhaled and thought back to the moment.
“We were at the Veteran's Day performance of Gorecki’s Symphony No. 3. Kate used to go see it with her mother and it was a tradition. It was the first time since her mother died that she went. I knew when I watched her that I wanted her.”
“She’s a music lover,” Ken said.
“Yes, very much. Maybe not Brit Invasion hits, but she loves music. She was in Africa during the famine working at a relief camp and wrote this really deep insightful piece on the politics of the famine. She’s beautiful…”
“I get it,” Ken said. “She’s perfect for you, in other words.”
I smiled. “Absolutely perfect.”
“See you at five o’clock,” Ken said.
I ended the call and stood at the window in my underwear, waiting for my fifteen-minute countdown when I’d get dressed and ready to go down to the limo and off to my wedding.