Ruby and Damien’s Wedding Day

Ruby

I always wanted my hot boss to take my virginity. I just didn't think it would actually happen.

I certainly didn't think we'd be getting married. It's one thing for him to tie me up in the filing room and quite another for me to be walking down the aisle to take my vows with him.

But now we're doing exactly that: getting married. In Spain, of course. It's our wedding day and everything is as perfect as I could ever want it to be.

It's just him and me and some very close family members and friends— as many as we could fit onto Cameron's private plane to fly with us here to our wedding— and that's how we wanted it to be.

Intimate. Special. Ours.

We're on a hilltop with a Spanish castle behind us. The backdrop and the scenery is like something out of a book of fairy tales.

As we exchange vows, I stare into Cameron's eyes. He's so handsome, smart, successful and rich and he's about to become my husband. As the officiant pronounces us husband and wife, I can't even believe it.

Afterwards, our guests are milling around for cocktail hour and Cameron and I are supposed to go get our pictures taken. But first I slide over to Katie to say hello.

"You're so beautiful in that dress," she says, hugging me.

"I bet you never thought I'd wear white or look so innocent," I tell her.

"Oh please," she says. "I always knew you were such a good girl compared to me. And I love the whole ensemble. Your short veil is to die for."

"And of course I'm wearing the garter," I tell her.

Katie had made me a wedding garter with Cameron's initials embroidered on it.

"I bet you didn't know I could embroider," she told me, when I unwrapped her gift at her house.

She was right— I was surprised. There shouldn't be anything about Katie that surprises me anymore, though.

We've hung out outside of work now that I no longer have as much time to sit around chatting in the file room. And I've found out that she's even cooler than I'd known her to be at work. She and I have become good friends.

My app has taken off and I'm working on another one. I also manage the website and software that the firm uses.

I've assigned Katie some tasks she juggles when she's waiting for the partner she works for to get out of court. Now that she has something to occupy her time, she smokes a lot less weed. She still uses it to manage her anxiety but having things to occupy her mind seems to help her a lot too.

Suddenly I feel a gentle hand on my elbow and I turn to my left to see Madilyn standing beside me.

"Congratulations, Dear," she says, giving me a big hug.

"Thank you," I tell her.

"It seems like not so long ago that Asher and I were having our own wedding," she says.

As if on cue, her husband walks over with my new husband. The two had been talking over by the bar.

"I don't know what's in the air at our firm," Asher says, laughing.

"Love is in the air for sure," Katie says.

I shoot her a confused glance. It's not like Katie to be so upbeat, so peppy.

"Well I was just apologizing to Cameron for being such an ass to him over these last few months," Asher says.

I nod at him, impressed. He was an ass and I'm glad he recognizes it. Then I shift my glance to Madilyn, wondering if she has anything to do with the new, reformed Asher. She winks at me, as if to confirm that she does.

"Asher couldn't handle the fact that I was bringing such big business to the firm," Cameron says, wrapping his arms around me.

"Did I hear someone say something about big business?" someone asks, and I turn around to see Damien Hudson, Cameron's client that owns the toy company, walking over to us.

"Speak of the devil," Cameron laughs.

"I need to talk to you about the case— when we get back from your wedding, of course," Damien says.

"Of course," Cameron says. "Any time. Except for right now."

"I might need to borrow your assistant," Damien continues, looking over at Katie.

Cameron and I look at each other.

So, that explains Katie's good mood.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the officiant says. "Please excuse the new Mr. and Mrs. Cameron Sanchez. They must get their pictures taken, but they will be back."

A shiver runs through me. I still can't believe I'm Mrs. Sanchez.

Nor can I believe what Cameron wants to do while everyone is enjoying cocktail hour.

"Come on," he says, hurrying me into the castle. "I know of a special room."

I laugh.

"But what about our guests? We're supposed to be taking pictures."

"This will be even better," he says, as he ushers me down to the basement.

When Cameron had mentioned that he knew of a special room, I was imagining a large bedroom with a fireplace and a four poster bed made in a size big enough to sleep an actual King. But this cold, dank basement full of gray cement bricks and musty darkness is the exact opposite of what I had in mind.

"The dungeon?" I ask, incredulous.

"Now you're my bride so this is the perfect place to tie you up," Cameron says.

"You're taking me captive?"

"I am. Kidnapping you on our wedding day. What else would a husband in medieval Spain do?"

There are hooks in the wall that are perfect for him to chain me to. He practically rips off my wedding dress as I say, "Be careful. We still need to dance and celebrate with our guests—"

"Shhhhh. Did I tell you to speak?"

He walks to the corner of the room and pulls something out of a chest. It's a ball gag. I notice, relieved, that he dutifully places my wedding gown on a table nearby.

I'm naked except for my thong and heels and of course my wedding garter from Katie, who is undoubtedly downing her third glass of sangria by now, as she flirts with the much older Damien Hudson, billionaire owner of not only the toy company but many other businesses as well.

Not bad for a pothead, I think. But I can't concentrate on anything for long, other than what Cameron has in mind to do with me.

Cameron chains me to the wall so that I'm facing the cement bricks. My ass is sticking up in the air and he takes something else out of his chest of sex tools. Turning my head, I can see that it's some kind of a spanking whip. It has leather- like strips flaring out in every possible angle.

Leave it to Cameron to spice up our wedding like this. I can't say I would have approved of the idea— which I'm sure is why he didn't run it by me or our wedding planner when we were discussing number of people and type of drinks— but it will sure be memorable.

He stands behind me and grabs one of my butt cheeks in each hand.

"Is your boss your husband now?" he asks me.

"Yes, Boss."

He smells like cologne and the fresh outdoors. His hands feel strong and heavy on my ass.

"Do you want your husband and your boss to do what he wants with you?"

"Please, Boss."

"What are you going to say after I spank your ass?"

"More, Boss."

"Now that's all you're going to say," he says, putting the ball gag in my mouth. "Now you're my captive bride and now no one will hear my captive bride scream."

He spanks me with the whip and I flinch.

Then he flogs me several more times with it and I let out a muffled groan. The sound expresses a feeling strikes a perfect balance between pain and pleasure.

He stops and rips my panties off.

"You don't need these," he tells me. "And I want to see how dripping wet you are."

He fingers me while juices drip out of me. It's like my pussy is begging him to take me since my mouth can't.

"I knew you'd be this wet for me," he says. "Because you're my wife but you'll always be my little office slut too."

He takes off his pants and grabs my breasts. He twists and pinches my nipples, harder than he ever has. But it feels amazingly good.

I can feel the head of his huge cock up against me. I feel so lucky to have a well-endowed husband.

"I want to fuck you without a condom on," he says. "Because now that we're married, it's time to make a baby. Do you agree?"

Oh, my god.

I can't say it out loud but I nod my head and say it with my heart.

Yes, Boss.

Please, Boss.