CHAPTER
“Oh my God! I can’t believe this is happening. You’re actually getting married. Oh God! Your dress is gorgeous. And your hair!”
Jess’ babbling is making me dizzy and putting me on edge. She couldn’t be any more excited for both of us. As my maid of honor, her dress was sponsored by Axel and she looks fabulous. The tulle and lace sheath she’s wearing has a sweetheart bodice with eyelash lace along the neckline.
The wedding is supposed to start at one and it’s already one fifteen but everyone seems unbothered. Jess had claimed every bride has to be late for their wedding. It is tradition. I think it’s absurd and a sure way to make a groom squirm but Axel could deal with a good squirm so I allow them to dictate when I should leave the condo.
Axel had abandoned the condo for me to get ready since it’s bigger. I’d not seen why my apartment wouldn’t work until the hair stylist, makeup artist, mail technician my grandmother and her two friends all arrived. He’d told me he would stay the night at the hotel he owns in the city and get dressed there. That had been last night when he’d dropped by and we’d sat outside in his car talking and kissing.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror, noting the engagement ring he’d slipped on my finger last night. The captured hearts Canadian diamond, 14kt white gold ring is so breath-taking I’d rejected it at first.
“My father gave this to my mother when they decided to get married,” he had told me last night, slipping the ring onto my finger. “My step-mother saved it all this time and sent it down along with her well wishes since they won’t get to attend the wedding.”
“Oh Axel it’s beautiful,” I’d gushed. “I can’t accept this. It’s too expensive.”
“Nothing in this world is too expensive for you, Joyce. I know you think we’re moving with too much haste but I’ve thought a lot about this. You and me and it just feels right. My mother would have approved of you.”
The engagement ring hadn’t been all the gifts he had come bearing. My hand goes to the diamond necklace that is at my throat and matches the diamond earrings in my ears. He’d not been joking when he told me he’d give me my fairy tale wedding. A wedding I’d never dreamt about because of all I thought it represented. Being shackled to a man for him to have control over you.
“Jess will you calm down,” I beg her. “Please, you’re giving me wedding jitters and I don’t need them right now.”
“Okay sorry. The limo is here by the way to take us to the Opera House.”
“If you all could just give me a minute to talk to my granddaughter alone,” Gram states and everyone files out of the room. I turn to her and she has tears in her eyes, making me feel like I want to cry.
“You look very beautiful,” she says. “Your mother would have been proud of the woman you’ve become.”
I blink back tears furiously. “Oh gram, you’re going to make me cry.”
“Don’t do that now. You’re going to ruin your makeup.”
“I’m not wearing that much anyway,” I remark. I’d instructed the makeup artist to go easy on the makeup.
“You know I was so happy when you told me you and Axel are getting married that I’ve never even stopped to ask if this is what you want. I hope you know Joyce, despite me being fond of Axel, if you’re not comfortable with the arrangements, I’d never want you to marry him. No matter how much I think he’s a good match for you.”
I am thankful for her words because she had truly been excited once she heard about the wedding and had gotten carried away.
“It’s okay gram.” I smile at her. “I’m in love with him. And he says he loves me too.”
“Good. Then let’s go get you married to that handsome devil.”
The drive from the condo to the Opera House finds me very anxious. Now I wish I had gotten there on time.
I am an hour late to the wedding and walking down the makeshift aisle on the SkyDeck of Detroit Opera House, Axel’s face starts out with a scowl. I’d opted out of wearing a veil and give him an apologetic look which transforms his face into a smile.
“I was just about to send out a search party,” he whispers when I stand beside him at the wedding arch covered with the same flowers that are a part of my bouquet, a combination of scented geranium, tulips, roses, hellebores and ranunculustied with beaded ribbons.
“But the wait was worth it,” he continues. “You look stunning.”
“So do you,” I whisper back, admiring the dashing image he cuts in his tux.
“An upgrade from cute.” He smiles. “I’ll take it.”
The officiator clears his throat signaling he’s ready to begin and the ceremony goes off without a hitch. When we exchange rings, Axel looks surprised that I’d bought him a wedding band as well but he seems pleased. It isn’t as expensive as the one he slips onto my fourth finger but I’d spent almost all my savings on it.
“You didn’t have to get me a ring,” he whispers from the corner of his mouth. “But I love it. Thank you.”
I feel pleased he appreciated the gesture. Our fingers are intertwined for the rest of the ceremony. And then it’s time for him to kiss the bride. As only in Axel’s fashion, he dips me over his hand and devours my mouth, leaving little doubt about what would happen between us later.
There are whistled by his associates and his brother who had stood as his best-man. We endure hearty congratulations going into the reception. Everything is perfect just as Axel had said he would make it and I’m overjoyed. He keeps kissing me throughout the reception and trying to feel me up, whispering that I am his and the week of celibacy can finally be done away with.
Too soon we have to leave to take Axel’s private jet to our honeymoon destination which he still maintains is a surprise and he wouldn’t disclose to me. We take several photos before Axel whisks me away into our waiting limousine. My eyes are sparkling with happiness. The car barely drives away when Axel tips me over the immense seat to lie and is half on top of me.
“Now I’ve got you where I want you,” he says and I giggle at the hand trying to find its way under the layers of my wedding dress. “Goddammit, how does one get into this thing?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and brings his head down to mine in a passionate kiss. He abandons his desperate search under my dress and cups my breasts instead. We are both horny and desperate for each other but not getting anywhere with all the clothes we have on. He sits up, pulling me up with him.
“I destroyed your hair,” he tells me.
“Who cares?” I shrug and starts pulling the pins from my updo. He helps me remove them all and I shake my head for the hair to fall down my back.
“Did you enjoy the wedding?” he asks, cupping my face.
“Yes, it was perfect.” I answer honestly. “You know I couldn’t tell you about my dream wedding because I’ve never dreamt of one.”
“You never thought you’d get married? Why not? You’re a foxy babe, you know.”
I laugh at his expression. “Just personal reasons.”
“Like what?”
“I’ll tell you sometime.”
“You know I’m your husband now. By right you’re not supposed to keep secrets from me, Mrs. Ash.”
“Then where are we going for our honeymoon Mr. Ash?” When he scowls at me, I pull his nose. “Exactly.”
We share a light banter to the private airstrip where we boarded his jet. It’s the same pilot as the previous time and he smiles at us knowingly. We sit for takeoff, indulging in champagne with Axel kissing my neck, whispering in my ears dirty things he’s going to do to me.
As soon as the seatbelt light goes off, he unsnaps mine then his. He swings me up into his arms and makes his way to the back of the plane. I tease his ear with my mouth, sucking on the lobe.
When we arrive at the room where he had taken care of me the last time, he sets me on my feet. My eyes fill with tears when I see the rose petals on the bed. Mr. & Mrs. Ash.
“Oh Axel, I love you so!” I cry.
His face becomes serious and I wonder what I said to chase the playfulness away.
“Do you know that’s the first time you’re saying it?” he says in wonder. “I was beginning to think my love for you would have to carry us through this marriage.”
I tap him on the nose gently. “I would have never married you otherwise.”
“Even after I threatened you and your friend?”
“Even then. Now how about you make good on that promise about why I won’t be able to use the word nice and Axel Ash in the same sentence?”
“You asked for it.”
Getting out of the dress and his tux takes patience and time which we don’t have. By the time he’s naked and I’m left standing in my garters and thigh-highs, sans underwear, I am wet and eager for him. He lies me on the bed and peels my stockings off one by one. Instead of dropping them to the pile of the rest of our clothes, his eyes gleam brightly.
I can’t say I’m surprised when he takes my hands and wind the stockings over them, tying my hands above my head.
“Don’t move them or I’ll spank you,” he orders.
He flips me onto my tummy before joining me onto the bed. He takes one foot and suck on my toes, doing the same to the other foot before trailing kisses up my legs, between my thighs. Axel gently parts my legs and lifted my hips slightly. I feel his breath on my wet mound a second before his tongue runs through the folds of my pussy.
“Oooo,” I gasp, raising my hips higher to give him better access. He squeezes my butt cheeks, pressing his mouth to my clit and sucking the tiny bud into his mouth. He circles the pearl with his tongue over and over, making me moan and gyrate my hips. Sliding under my body, on his back, he clutches my hips and pulls me down so my pussy is in alignment with his mound and he sucks and licks. The first slap of his palm against my ass as he sucked makes me jump because I am so surprised. The second slap I am more prepared for, my senses heightened.
“Oh God Axel!” I groan aloud. “Please. I can’t take anymore.”
He slides out from under my body and kneels between my spread legs. Grabbing hold of my hips, he enters me swiftly and hard making me cry out.
“Fuck yes!” he hisses behind me. “Damn, Joyce. I’ve been dying for a taste of you.”
Pushing my back lower at the same time he raises my hips, he withdraws and slams his cock into me again. His thick rod pushes through the snug walls, the tight fit seeming to bring him as much pleasure as it does me.
“Do you want more Joyce?” he asks me hoarsely.
“Yes!” I cry out. “Yes please!”
My fingers dig into the bedsheets as Axel pounds into me hard, so hard I feel him hit my cervix. I bounce my ass in tandem to his rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust. He pulls us up into a kneeling position and with deft fingers, he removed the bondage at my wrist.
“Rub your clit for me baby,” he instructs me and takes my hand, guiding my fingers down to my clit. When he’s sure I’m doing what he suggests, he continues thrusting inside me with slow but long thrusts. His hands are squeezing my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I lean into him and turn my head so he can kiss me, though sloppy it is.
The combination of the kiss, rubbing myself, his cock pushing in and out of my tight passage and his hands on my breasts work me into a frenzy. My eyes close as my pussy starts contracting. Axel quickens his thrusts and I can feel the tension in his body, the rigidity in his muscular thighs. I could no longer contain my cries as my climax overpowers me.
“Fucking hell Joyce!” he groans, biting my shoulder as he cums hard inside me, splashing my inner walls with his seed.
His cock is still twitching inside me and I incline my head and with a lazy grin, kiss him. He kisses me back and places his hand over mine between my legs. He pushes my hand aside and takes rubbing my clit. I gasp into his mouth because it’s so sensitive after my climax.
“Axel!” I protest, trying to ply his hand away. Something is happening inside me that’s huge and scary.
“Shh. Trust me,” he says and returns to sucking on my tongue.
His hands rubs me furiously, pressing hard into my clit. I tear my mouth away from his and collapse against his back, a scream ripping from my throat as a dam burst inside me from another climax and I shit warm liquid over his hand and onto the bed. I can’t help it. I do try to clamp my legs together to stop the flow and only realize this is exactly what he has been hoping for when his other hand keeps my leg from closing.
When I finish squirting, he rubs me lazily and pats me between the legs gently.
“Wow!” I gasp, breathing so hard I’m having trouble formulating words. “You’re right. You’re definitely not nice.”
He burst out laughing and we collapse onto the bed in each other’s arms.