Chapter 40 #2
Eagerly, Ollie laps at my face and kisses me to lick into the load that’s still coating my tongue.
I kiss him hard, clasping his cheeks so I can find him Knox’s cum, only to have him return it back to me.
I feel like I could come at the slightest touch, but I don’t.
I know better than to do that without permission.
When we part, Ollie smiles at me, his eyes shining bright with amusement and love.
“Well, what were you whispering about?” Knox says as if he hasn’t just fucked my face.
“A joint wedding,” I rasp, my throat a little croaky after its assault. “We think it makes sense. Everyone we know will be coming to both, so we should be more considerate to our guest. It’s less work for us all too.”
“Sounds good to me,” Knox says, looking at Maddox.
We decided against being walked down the aisle; we are going together. My hand clasps Ollie’s, and he knits our fingers together, then he brushes his lips over mine. “Let’s do this,” I say, and we turn to face the front and the two men waiting impatiently for us.
We walk down the aisle, catching the eye of so many of our friends, who smile or give us a thumbs up.
It seems a distant past when I see the faces of the Doms we’ve had scenes with, that have fucked us, individually and together, and I feel no shame.
Why should I? These men are my family, the ones that have accepted us in an environment that’s only about pleasure.
We reach the dais and let go of each other’s hands only to clasp the ones of our Doms. I’d love to say I remember what happened next, but all I could see, hear, and feel was Knox. I must have said I do, because we were soon being clapped and whistled at.
The reception is in a posh hotel, and it looks like Robin should go into wedding planning: all the ideas and dreams we had, he’s turned into real life, and the understated elegance of white damask cloths, the silver accents, and brilliant sparkling glassware.
The food is to die for, but this is not our main event, and soon, we’re in stitches listening to the speeches from Saint and Royal, the best men for our husbands.
I laugh at Robin with his head in his hands as Kip laughs the loudest. This, of course, is the milder, cleaner stories seeing as we have plenty of guests that know nothing of our lifestyle.
Tomorrow is the party I’m looking forward to. It is, of course, at Bound and we’ve been promised a night to remember. But every night I have with Knox is one to remember; I still can’t believe he picked me.
I look at Ollie. He’s glowing with happiness and maybe too much champagne, but he sees me watching him and raises his glass to me.
I return the gesture, and we smile a private smile.
We have the hotel’s largest suite booked and while more than one eyebrow was raised when we said it was for the four of us, no one commented.
We have a special night planned for the four of us, but for the next few hours, I’m more than happy to spend them with my husband’s hand in mine as we laugh and dance the evening away.
“I can’t believe we’ve done it,” Maddox says, his arm over my shoulder and a glass of champagne in the other hand.
Roman and Ollie are over on the demo stage, swaying closely, lips touching every now and then. It’s been a lot of hard work and decision making for all of us. I don’t think there was any doubt when we all heard the news. Saint was the hardest hit and the most determined to get it.
Bound is now our club.
When Aaron had a heart attack, he knew it was time to step down from Bound and spend more time with his husband and kids. When he called me and my brothers with an offer to buy him out, we were shocked.
“I can’t imagine it being in better hands,” he told us.
There was pride in his voice when he continued.
“You four brothers know how important a place like this is. A safe place for men with a preference for something extra in their lives. You four have kink down to a fine art, and I know I can trust you to keep my life’s work, the best club in four hundred miles, alive. ”
We sent questionnaire emails to every member, asking for their input, what they liked, what they’d like to change, and what ideas they’ve thought of in the past but haven’t put forward.
The new look is a work of art, literally.
Saint and Noah, along with Finn, Memphis, and Ollie have brought the dark walls to life with subtle yet stunning artwork, showing off men in every position and state of dress and sexual arousal.
The individual room are now themed with wall art that leaves no doubt what happens in them.
The booths have stayed and extra nooks have been made for illicit moments. The dark mirrors around the demonstration area allow for all angles to be viewed. To me, it’s as perfect as we can make it.
Saint and Noah join us, their eyes glowing as they look around it. It’s lit up for now, but tomorrow when we open for the clients, it will have low lighting.
We all turn when we hear the loud, booming laugh of our new manager—Jackson.
I’ve never seen him as lost for words as he was when we asked him if he’d be interested in the position.
He swallowed hard as his eyes gleamed with emotion as he said yes.
“Well, hello boys,” he says as he reaches us.
“Are you ready for tomorrow? I expect to see you here in all your finest leather.”
“We will be. Do you think I can keep this little slut away from all this. He’ll be naked and on his knees before we know it. Won’t you, boy.” He tugs on Noah’s collar, something that always centres him; his pupils dilate as he licks his lips. “Please, Sir.”
A few moments later, we’re all together. Dad and Pops have been looking around with Royal and Drake. Memphis and Finn have joined them at some point.
I get a thickness in my throat when I see us all together. Four broken and battered boys, who with the help, guidance, and love of two of the kindest men, have become successful in their professions, found love with men that have only made us better, stronger, and complete.