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it later,” she told me firmly. “This is your wedding day. I’m not going to spoil it.”
    “You couldn’t possibly,” I assured her. “You made the day perfect.” I hadn’t even known something essential was missing until I saw her. Now, a sense of completion made my heart swell. “I love you, Mom.”
    “I love you, too, Smith.”
    Something warm and wet spilled down my cheeks. I released my mother and hastily wiped it away. When my vision cleared, I found Lydia kissing her cheek. She murmured something in her ear that I couldn’t discern, but Mom smiled and hugged her.
    “I’ll let you two get back to your guests,” she excused herself.
    I didn’t want her to go, but Lydia’s small hand closed around mine. “It’s time for our champagne toast,” she reminded me softly.
    “I’ll come visit when you get back from your honeymoon,” Mom said. “I promise.”
    I simply nodded, not trusting my voice to work properly. A few minutes later, Lydia and I had glasses of champagne in hand and I’d collected myself.
    “Only two glasses for you, little sub,” I murmured to Lydia before I prepared to address our guests.
    She shot me a quizzical look. “Why? It’s our wedding reception.”
    “It is, but we’re going to an after party.”
    “An after party? Where?”
    I gave her a wolfish grin. “Decadence, of course.”

    * * *
    I found myself in a kinky version of the ceremony I’d performed only hours ago. Decadence was at full capacity, with all the regular club-goers in attendance to witness our second union. Derek had herded them all into place, keeping people on either side of a red-carpeted aisle. White rose petals would cushion Lydia’s soft feet when she processed toward me. She would be unaccompanied, this time. The two of us were the only ones involved in this ceremony.
    I stood at the front of the dungeon in my leathers and boots, waiting beside a petal-strewn bondage table that Derek had kindly set up as a makeshift altar. Kennedy winked at me and handed me the item I’d asked him to hold on to for the last few days: Lydia’s modified collar. I took it with a grateful nod, and he eased back into the crowd, giving me space.
    The music changed from a background hum to a low, erotic beat. My focus honed on the end of the aisle, and a moment later, Lydia appeared from behind the crowd.
    She was even more stunning than she had been in her lace dress. Her only adornments were a pale blue garter belt and white stockings. The long veil that floated behind her gave her an ethereal quality, and the flush I’d put in her cheeks that morning by denying her orgasm lingered. She looked both perversely virginal and sinfully hedonistic simultaneously.
    This time, it wasn’t difficult to remain in place and allow her to come to me. I wasn’t waiting for her father to give her to me; I was waiting for her to give herself to me. Her symbolic choice was so much more important than my caveman instinct to stride toward her and throw her over my shoulder.
    I watched her as she slowly made her way down the aisle, her hips swaying to the deep beat of the music with each step. My cock strained against my leathers, aching to get inside my gorgeous, fuckable bride.
    When she reached me, she gracefully sank down onto her knees, spreading her thighs so I could see her pretty pink pussy glistening with desire under the low gold lighting. Her back was straight, but she bowed her head in a show of submission.
    I touched two fingers beneath her chin to lift her face so her eyes met mine.
    “My sweet sub,” I began our second set of vows. They weren’t elaborate, but they suited us perfectly. “Do you promise to honor and obey me?”
    “I do, Master.”
    “Good girl. I promise to protect and cherish you, for the rest of our lives.”
    I held out her shiny silver collar so she could see the new amethysts that were set into the metal. She reverently ran her fingers across the stones.
    “Beautiful,” she