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Sobering, he now spoke directly to them. “Love isn’t just an emotion. It’s a profound connection that transcends time and circumstance. It’s the force that brings two people together, drawing them closer, guiding them through life’s challenges and uplifting them during moments of joy. Love is what makes us human. It’s the thread that weaves our stories together.”
Again addressing their guests, he continued, “Today Beau and Lia stand before us, declaring their love for each other in front of witnesses who hold them dear. They are making a commitment to nurture and protect this love, to cherish it as the most precious gift they have been given. Their love isn’t just the foundation of their partnership. It’s the heartbeat of their journey together.”
Beau was in a daze of pure happiness as he and Lia exchanged their vows. The collaring ceremony had been intense and powerful. But there was something so delicately sweet and almost sacred about this more traditional, vanilla ceremony.
The sun had begun its descent behind the mountains, casting a warm, golden glow over everything as the sky transformed into shades of pink and orange. At a nod from Anthony, Mark, who had indeed remembered them, handed Anthony the ring boxes. Beau and Lia had designed the rings themselves, choosing, as a nod to Beau’s passion forKinbaku, a love knot motif. Made of rose gold, the rings consisted of two intertwined loops in a continuous pattern. Lia hadn’t wanted a separate engagement ring. As a compromise, they’d incorporated a diamond at the center of her ring’s knot.
Anthony handed Lia’s ring to Beau. Smiling so wide his face hurt, Beau took Lia’s small hand in his. Slipping the ring onto her finger, he said, “With this ring, I pledge my love and commitment to you, now and always.”
Tears sliding down her soft cheeks, Lia accepted Beau’s ring from Anthony. As she placed the ring on his finger, she replied, “With this ring, I give you my love, my commitment and my unwavering devotion.”
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Anthony said. “I invite you to seal this union with a kiss.”
Applause and cheering erupted all around them. But the sound faded away as Beau took Lia’s face in his hands. As their lips touched, he was overwhelmed by the deep and unconditional love he felt for her. As her arms circled his neck, their lips parted, tongues dancing together.
The kiss was a symbolic union of their souls, a promise of lifelong partnership, not just as husband and wife, but as Master and slave, with all the passion and intensity such a union entailed.
When they finally parted, Beau looked down at his beautiful girl with a big smile. She grinned back and reached for his hand. “I’m starving. Where’s the cake?”
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Chapter 1 – At His Mercy
Cameron Lord watched from a distance, his eyes riveted to the scene. With each flick of the whip against her ass, his cock twitched with appreciation. From his vantage point, he could see only her back, and even that was partially obscured by the crowd that had gathered around the scene station, and the hulking man in leather wielding the whip.
He would have liked to see her face. Was it twisted in agony? Slack with submissive bliss? Her thick, copper-colored hair was piled loosely on her head, tendrils escaping at the nape of her long, slender neck. He pushed his way closer, seeking a better view.
She was naked, save for a pair of thong panties, her wrists and ankles cuffed against a cheap, portable St. Andrew’s cross. Her back was streaked with dark pink welts, the kind that stung like hell when delivered, but would probably have faded away by morning. Her ass was cherry red, some bruising evident where the rounded globes met her thighs.
Cameron didn’t normally bother with the public clubs. He’d only stopped by on a whim, on his way to his private club. His friend Grayson would have said he was slumming, but Cameron considered it more of a way to keep tabs on what the wider BDSM community was up to. And you never knew—there just might be a submissive diamond amidst the coal, waiting to be scooped up.
He edged closer to get a better look at the woman cuffed to the cross. He admired the long, lean curves of her youthful body. She flinched as the whip’s tip made contact with her flesh, but otherwise remained still and quiet. The man delivering the whipping was mechanical in his movements, seemingly devoid of passion.
The onlookers watched the unfolding scene with leering silence, several with their mouths hanging open. One guy actually had his hand down his pants.
Mildly disgusted, Cameron started to turn away, but a cry from the girl arrested his attention. Shouldering his way to the front of the motley assortment of gawkers, he saw the long red welt curling around her hip bone.
“That was your fault,” the man snapped. “I can’t aim properly when you’re jerking around.”
Cameron nearly said something, but held his tongue. What did he expect from a public club? The players here were rank amateurs.
The woman murmured something inaudible. Cameron moved closer, straining to hear.
“That was your fault, not mine. You moved,” the guy snapped. “I’m the boss, and it’s over whenIsay it’s over, and not a second before that, sub girl. I want to mark those perky tits of yours. Then, we’ll go to one of the private rooms where you’ll get on your knees and thank me properly.” He barked an ugly laugh.
This time the woman spoke loud enough for Cameron to hear. “Are you deaf or just stupid? I used my safeword. Let me down.”
A husky female voice from the crowd called out, “She used her safeword, asshole. End of story.”
The would-be Dom glanced back, glaring as his eyes moved over the people gathered there. Turning back to the girl, he snarled loudly, “Fucking prick tease. You said you could handle anything. Obviouslynot.”
