Tied to the Billionaire(49)

“You’ll have to wait and see.” Jason pulled her into his lap and kissed her.

She couldn’t wait to be his forever and see how he was as a Dom husband.



Chapter Three





Things had been more or less normal until a few days before the wedding, at least in Jason’s world. Work kept him and Fiona busy during the day and they were happily alone in bed together every night.

But his executive administrative assistant, Martha, a harsh dominatrix in her fifties, insisted that he not work from now up until the wedding day. It would irritate his future bride. Sub or not, the bride was in charge and the star of the wedding. Fi was in charge of the vanilla event to please their moms and his dads, while Jason, with Martha’s help, was in charge of the dungeon affair.

It would be simple and not as intense as some of those kinksters who lived the play fulltime. The professional body piercer had been hired and decorations were all arranged. The invitations had been issued by his secretary who knew the dungeon well. Jason owned it, but it ran like a separate business so he could simply enjoy going.


He’d gone over the details for the ceremony with his assistant and there was nothing to be done. His underlings would keep the business running. Jason wasn’t used to having so much time on his hands. After a double workout, he showered and ate.

Dressed for work, he headed over to the front door where Mrs Caster was fussing over wedding gifts sent ahead of time. “Very nice things here, Mr Abbott.”

“I’m sure. Do you know where Fi is now?” he asked.

“Sure, she’s in the greenhouse. Been there all morning. I hope she stops for lunch. That woman will work herself to death.” Mrs Caster shook her head.

“We both have that fault.” He loved that she wasn’t the gold-digger type, coasting now that she’d caught a rich man. She loved her flowers and that creative streak would never die.

“You’re not a woman about to be married with a dress to fit into. Normally I don’t worry about her but she barely ate any breakfast. Final fitting is tonight.” Mrs Caster shrugged.

“Why don’t you make up a picnic basket and I’ll make sure she eats out there?” he suggested.

The housekeeper smiled brightly and headed for the kitchen. “Give me ten minutes.”

Fifteen minutes later, he made the long trek out to the back of his property. The greenhouse had been added for her to work and create without going too far. Also so she wouldn’t track a ton of dirt through the house, which would make Mrs Caster faint.

He walked inside and heard her lecturing someone. Behind a long trellis of ivy, she had three underlings hanging on her every word. All of them probably had PhDs in botany but she had the magic green thumb and creative genius. Finally the redhead looked up.

“Jason, what are you doing here?” she asked.

“Lunch. Mrs Caster thinks you’re not eating enough.” He set the basket on a clean table. “You’re going to let them have a lunch break too, right?”

She frowned. “Sure. I think we’re about done. You have the instructions. From tonight on, this is your responsibility. I want pictures taken, information documented, and text me with any problems. We need these expensive pieces to thrive.”

“Maybe you should wait until we’re back? I don’t want it to ruin your honeymoon,” Jason said.

“These are living things, they can’t wait. They need care and proper attention while we’re gone. Which I know you three can handle. Please just make sure to coordinate your schedules so no check-ins are missed. Thank you. You can take the afternoon off.” Fiona smiled at Jason.

“That was kind of you,” he said, as the underlings quickly left before she changed her mind.

“They’re either ready or they’re not. These aren’t plants they’ve had the chance to tend before. It’ll be fine. Just something to fuss about. Once the honeymoon is over, I can pamper them.” She walked up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He kissed her soundly and felt both of their tension levels ease. “No second thoughts?”

“No, of course not. The stress is just people looking at me. Our families and friends and all the attention plus the tradition.” She hugged him tighter. “I like to design flowers. I never wanted to be a princess.”

“I thought every girl wanted to be a princess.” He frowned.

“Sure, but I wanted gardens of flowers, and nice things, and dresses. I’ve never been one for public speaking or competitive beauty pageants.” She rolled her eyes.

“You don’t mind being in the dungeon and letting others watch you orgasm,” he reminded her.

She blushed and pressed closer to him. “Then I’m not thinking about anyone but you. I don’t care who sees me or what they think. Your attention is what I want. The kinky end of the commitment ceremony doesn’t worry me at all.”

“Good. Just focus on me at the legal wedding and you’ll be fine then.” He loved how she zoned into him deeply even when they played where others could see. A few times he’d mentored new Doms and let them practise with a flogger or paddle on Fi. Her pain tolerance allowed for a few slips and she would tell them very plainly if they were off the mark or falling short.

He’d miss watching her in action.