Page 45 of A Submissive's Gift
Garrett gave his fiancée a grin as she turned and stepped into his arms. “I will so enjoy watching you pile our pillows in the center of our bed, my love. I can’t think of a better way to ring in the New Year than to give your beautiful ass its first spanking of the year.”
“That’s yet another reason I love you, Sir,” Ariel said. “Always thinking outside the box.” She yelped as he gave her butt a swat, knowing they were both looking forward to all the events of the evening.
Closing the last door, Ariel slipped her hand into Garrett’s. “You have to admit, Nancy and Elizabeth have thought of every detail. There won’t be a guest leaving that won’t have incredible memories of this weekend.”
“I agree, and the party hasn’t even started yet,” Garrett said, bending to give her a kiss. “Now, we’d better hustle; it won’t do if the best man is late getting the groom to his wedding.” The couple stopped in the kitchen to inform Craig that the barn’s rooms had been prepared.
“Thanks. Jason is upstairs making sure the ballroom is ready. The stereo system is set and the TV ready to display the ball dropping. I’ve got champagne in the fridge up there andadditional bottles already loaded in the dumbwaiter to have on hand. I’m pretty sure we are ready.”
“We are,” Helen said, as she walked into the kitchen with Barbara. “Nancy is helping Elizabeth get ready upstairs, though Ben is pretending to be put out that he won’t be bringing the bride on his ATV. Sometimes, I swear, you men just have no idea of what a woman needs.”
“Watch it woman,” Ben said, walking into the kitchen and giving his wife’s rear a pat. “I’m sure the woodshed has at least a few slots still open.”
“I wouldn’t bet on it, Dad,” Ariel said. “There is not going to be a single couple checking out before visiting what is turning out to be the most popular spot on the place. I spent all afternoon printing out the photos taken of the slate board. It is hysterical reading some of the reasons why those girls are getting their butts smacked. But it was a great idea to suggest they use the camera to record the event. I’ll have the photos ready when everyone checks out tomorrow. Talk about a personal memento. Even when the color fades on their backsides, they’ll have a photo to remind them of the deed.”
A few hours later, the occupants in the room at the top of the house began to quiet down. Couples danced, pausing to refresh themselves with glasses of champagne. Groups of people had shared their thoughts about their new favorite romantic getaway, every single couple already making reservations to return in the new year.
As the music muted to a soft accompaniment, Jeremy Richards, a fellow Dominant who was a friend as well as was ordained to perform marriages, gave his wife Teresa a kiss. People began moving to form a semi-circle in front of the raised dais Jeremy stepped onto. Small white lights of the Christmas tree at his back provided magical illumination as the overhead lights were dimmed.
All whispering stopped as Logan escorted his mother down the middle of the room. It was obvious that Helen was thrilled with her son’s choice of a bride. Her smile was brilliant, her eyes sparkling as she reached up to stroke her son’s cheek as he bent to give her a kiss.
Stepping onto the dais, Logan took his place, his eyes going to the door as it opened. As Barbara walked toward him, her hand in Craig’s, the look of pure happiness on her face had his heart filling. Behind her, Ariel followed with Garrett, her normally animated face showing the first trace of tears as she gave him a smile. Garrett bent and kissed her cheek before leaving her next to Barbara and moving to stand next to Logan. Nancy and Jason were next, each remembering that it hadn’t been that long ago that they had been the ones on a dais, and thrilled that they were there to witness the love Elizabeth and Logan had found with each other.
When the music changed to play the wedding march, every eye in the room turned back to the door. Soft murmurs were heard as they saw Elizabeth framed in the door, her arm linked with Ben’s. Logan completely lost his breath, everything disappearing from his vision at the sight of her. She was the most stunningly gorgeous woman on earth—and she was about to become forever his.
Elizabeth wasn’t aware that her appearance had people whispering that she was beautiful. She didn’t hear the music playing and wasn’t truly aware that her friends were waiting for her to join them. All she saw was the man whose blue eyes were locked onto hers. He was the most incredibly handsome man she had ever seen. His tuxedo fit him perfectly, his broad shoulders were ones she knew would always be there to cry on when she needed his support. His arms would always be ready to hold her tight, to keep her safe. His hands, now casually clasped in front of him, were those that she would never tire of touching her body—whether it be to soothe her, to spank her, or to stroke her until she was moaning or screaming his name. She might have stood forever in that same spot, just drinking in the man across the room, if Ben had not given her hand a squeeze and taken the first step.
As his father slowly escorted the bride toward him, all Logan was aware of was the woman whose eyes were glued to his. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek chignon, held in place by the clasp he’d gifted her with on one of their first dates, soft tendrils curled to frame her face. She wore a simple gown of white that fit her like a glove, the fabric clinging to a bottom that he knew was worthy of Venus. The scooped neck of the gown accentuated the fullness of her breasts. As his father stopped and gave her a kiss before passing her hand to Logan, everyone watched as Logan’s free hand lifted to gently caress the hollow of Liz’s throat. Feeling a quiver run through her body under the tip of his finger, Logan’s slow smile had her legs shaking, the look of promise so evident that she knew she would never doubt his love.
Jeremy had to gently clear his throat—twice—to get the couple’s attention. When Logan’s eyes slid to his, it took him a moment to remember what he was supposed to do. Ignoring the slight chuckles he heard from their guests, he grinned, and moved with Elizabeth to stand before him.
The ceremony was one that had bound couples in matrimony millions of times before. Elizabeth had always loved the simple and yet poignant words. Hearing Logan say “I do” as he slid the wedding band on her finger, made the first tears slide down her cheek. All her life she had dreamed of one day standing before her friends and God and making her promise. As Jeremy guided her through the words, her voice was clear and strong as she vowed to love, honor and obey the man she had chosen to share her life with until the day she died. She slid the ring onto Logan’s finger, giving him her heart as he lifted his hand to cup hercheek, bending to kiss her. The move had the crowd smiling, and Jeremy chuckling.
“Well, who knew that Logan was a premature groom?”
As the guests stopped worrying about being so formal, they laughed as Logan broke the kiss only to give Jeremy a look that said he was taking far too long. Shaking his head, Jeremy finished the ceremony. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. By all means, please feel free to continue kissing the bride.”
The crowd cheered as Logan dipped his wife over backward, their first kiss as a wedded couple making the earlier one look like a simple peck on the cheek. By the time he brought her back up and released her, Elizabeth was flushed, her heart pounding and her lips tender. Logan bent forward again, his forehead against hers as the tip of his finger once again found the hollow of her throat.
“I believe something is missing, Mrs. Dietrich,” he whispered, feeling her pulse jump beneath his finger.
“I believe you are right, Mr. Dietrich, Sir.” A quiver ran through her as he kissed her once more, quite chastely, before standing and stepping back.
The crowd fell quiet again as everyone but the newlyweds and their chosen attendants left the stage. At Logan’s signal, Garrett stepped forward, removing a black velvet box from his inside pocket. Logan looked at his wife and gave her a look that would always have her heart and her body responding.
Logan took her hands, lifting them before slowly spreading his fingers, her movements mimicking his until their fingers were linked, their connection instantly calming her.
“Elizabeth, you are my wife and my love. You are the beauty in my life, my very reason for living is to protect you, to guide you, to love you. I have pledged to be your husband and ask if you will give me your pledge to accept me as your Dominant.Will you wear my collar, so that all recognize the honor you’ve gifted me with by offering your submission to me?”
“Logan, you are my husband and have my love and my heart. The beauty you claim to see is a reflection of the love you’ve given to me. You are my reason for living—I want nothing more than to spend every day of my life showing you how much you mean to me, how much I desire to serve you in all ways. I am humbled and so very honored to accept your collar. As your submissive, I proclaim that you, my Dominant, own not only my heart, but my body and my soul for the rest of my life.”
Logan’s heart hammered in his chest as he saw tears slide down her cheeks. He knew they weren’t caused by sorrow or doubt. They came from the deepest recesses of her soul, showing her passion and her desire to belong to him in all ways. Lifting her hands and kissing her knuckles once more, he slowly released them to turn to Garrett. When Garrett opened the lid of the box, the collar gleamed from its place on the black velvet. Logan lifted it with a feeling of great responsibility and reverence.
“With this collar, I swear to protect you with my life. I swear to give you all that you need to be feel complete. I will protect your heart, be your partner in passion, and guide you with discipline. You have given me the greatest gift of all, the gift of your absolute submission, and I will guard and treasure that trust for the rest of my life.” He held out the necklace. The thin gold mesh gleamed in the lights. From one end hung a small golden chest.
Elizabeth watched as Logan gently opened it, tipping it until a small charm fell onto his palm. She gasped as she recognized the significance of both items.
“Liebchen, kneel for me.”
