Tied to the Billionaire(54)

He slid her unpierced nipple from the corset and kissed it. “Breast feeding will be interesting.”

“Go!” She fixed her corset and pushed him out of the room.

As much as her * wanted relief and her mind needed the release, she needed the public commitment first. Marriage could be undone easily—people divorced and married like trading in cars for the newer model. This was deeper and waiting would make it better.

She primped in the mirror and liked what she saw. The rings on her finger felt right but kinky commitment needed a little pain.



Chapter Five





Watching her crawl up this aisle hit him harder than the vanilla wedding. He hadn’t expected it, but it did. She kept her head down and moved with confidence. The crowd watched. Some were standing and some subs knelt at their Dom’s feet.

She reached him and waited. Jason couldn’t do this with her on her knees. He guided her to stand and she kept her head bowed. Everyone in the room knew she was a confident woman who’d never make it as a twenty-four-seven sex slave. Still, she was doing her best to show her submissive side now.

Teddy officiated and had changed to leather pants for the occasion. “Please sit or kneel. We’re here to witness the full commitment of a couple. Some of us were at the grand marriage for the outside world. In this ceremony they can show their darker side and true kink.”

The brief applause made Jason smile. Plenty of the people who shared his dungeon were high-powered and those who worked for them all feared exposure or blackmail. Even some Hollywood stars dared to play here. Safety mattered. Nothing could go wrong here.

“They wrote their own deal.” Teddy nodded.

Jason cleared his throat. “I will keep you safe, guide you sexually and keep you challenged. No burden is solely yours and I will always hear your fears, fantasies, and respect your limits.”

He took her hand and squeezed it.

She licked her lips. “I’m yours and trust you with my mind, my heart and my body. I want nothing but to make you happy.”

“Short and sweet. Just like these two,” Teddy said.

The crowd chuckled and murmured in agreement.

“So we don’t have a collar for you today. Instead a more invasive, if private, display. One piercing was done on the engagement and agreement to take their relationship to the next level. The second happens today.” Teddy waved over the body piercer.

Jason cupped her breasts through the corset possessively. Then he pulled the pierced nipple up. She tugged the corset down so it was easier. He removed her other breast as well. “You’re sure?” he asked.

“Yes, please.” She smiled up at him. He kissed her and turned her so she faced the piercer but her back pressed against his chest. Fi had no problem with blood or needles, but she leant back on him and he wrapped his arms around her waist.


“Do your work,” Jason said to the piercer.

A member of the dungeon, the woman had ink and piercings all over her half clothed body. But she’d proven herself over and over. After cleaning the area, she looked at the other piercing so they would match its placement as much as possible.

Seconds later, Fi gasped. A stainless steel bar was in his wife’s other nipple and the arching metal piece hung from it. It’d been specially engraved ‘Mrs Jason Abbott’. Old-fashioned, yes, but a very appropriate gift for the kinky sub.

He kissed her neck. “You did great.”

“Well, I think that seals the deal.” Teddy started the applause.

“Actually there is one more thing,” Jason said.

Teddy stepped back looking a little surprised. “It’s your night.”

“It was a last-minute addition. The wedding had this unity candle. I let the bride manage the vanilla affair so it went right for our parents and the public. But the candle caught my eye.” He took it from Martha who’d kept it safe.

Jason lit the candle and smiled at his new wife. “Fire isn’t something I play with much. It’s very powerful. One misstep and many lives are in danger. But as Doms we all have that power to harm or to save our subs. My wife likes a little hot wax now and then.” He moved close to her and lifted the back of her skirt. The lace hid nothing

She bent over and held perfectly still.

“I will strive to please, torment and play so my sub is never bored.” He held the candle over two feet from her body and let it tip.

“Thank you, Sir,” she gasped as the wax hit her ass.

He touched it. Not too hot, she’d asked for hotter in the past. He gave her another round and she moaned shamelessly.

Smacking her bottom, he smiled. Then he pushed the lace back down. “Stand up and look at me,” he ordered.

She obeyed with curiosity in her eyes. He blew out the candle.

“I’d rather hurt myself than ever harm you.” He pressed the tip of the candle to his forearm and held it.

“No!” She fell to her knees in front of him, grabbed for his hands and pulled the candle away.

“It’s nothing.” He’d never minded pain. Jason never craved it the way she did but it felt glorious to show her he could take it and would endure anything for her.

“That could be a good burn.” The piercer squirted water over the wound. “Don’t worry, it’s sterile saline.”