Tied to the Billionaire(55)

“We have to clean this,” Fiona agreed with the piercer’s efforts to wash the wound.

“I’m fine,” Jason laughed.

“It could get infected. You wouldn’t let her do something like that without sanitising things.” The piercer swabbed the burn with some pads with dark liquid on them.

“No, but it’ll heal.” He cupped Fiona’s face with his free hand.

“What a display.” She shook her head at him.

He saw the delight and affection in her eyes. Surprising her was worth it. She hid it well in a crisis but she had received his message loud and clear.

The piercer dried off the wound and applied ointment. Finally she covered it with a bandage. “If that blisters up big, see your doctor.”

“Thank you,” Fiona said to the piercer. Then she stood up and hugged her husband. Clutching the candle in one hand, she kissed him hard. After a few moments focused on a little burn, Jason forced her back to face the crowd.

Despite the surprise stunt, everyone came up in a very orderly line to congratulate them and admire her piercings. Some Doms gave him an extra nod of approval after looking at his bandage. New or selfish Doms didn’t want to look vulnerable or show their subs how they felt except when necessary or during aftercare. A public display on that level was respected by those with true experience.

“You’re crazy,” she whispered in his ear.

“I never understood your love of hot wax. I wanted to see for myself. It’s not that bad.” He shrugged.

“I never put a hot candle tip to my body. Hot wax is how people remove unwanted hair, so no, it’s not dangerous when handled right. It’s big business, but can harm if done wrong. You’re so overprotective.” She leant back on him.

“I’ll make a good father,” he replied.

“Damn right you will.” She watched as the subs cleaned up the ceremony area and the dungeon room lights came up. People would play. Things would go on as before, but he wouldn’t share her tonight. Or even let anyone watch.

She touched the edge of his bandage. “Thank you, but I don’t want to see you in pain.”

“You can fuss over me and take care of it on the honeymoon.” He gently slid her breasts back into the corset.

Her soft moan turned him on. The ceremony had had a kinky undertone, but it was deeper than just sex, and finally he could think about playing with her again. “I think we should go to the hotel room now. Let the others play here. I need you alone.”

She nodded. “I’m ready when you are.”

“Good. I have one more gift waiting for you there.” He flicked the dried wax off her ass.

“Nothing that’ll hurt you, right?” she asked with a pout.

“No, it’s for you, I promise.” He took the candle from her. “We’re keeping this.”

“Yes, Sir.” She laughed and followed him back to the dressing rooms.



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The hotel room was filled with flower displays of her own design. Jason had gone out of his way and she loved it. A rectangular white box tied with a red ribbon sat on the bed. She pretended not to notice.

They’d changed into regular clothes and she loved the view of him in jeans and a T-shirt. She’d added jeans and a blazer over her corset and got plenty of looks from men in the lobby, but they could’ve come in wearing their wedding outfits. It was their night!

As soon as the door was locked behind them in the massive suite, she ditched the blazer, kicked off the black heels and wiggled out of the jeans. Nothing but the corset now and she felt much better.

“Eager. I should make you wait.” He smiled and sat on the bed.

“We’ve got all night.” She sat next to him and wanted to take off the bandage to see it. “How does the arm feel?”

“Stings. Feels good though. Leave it alone.” He nodded.

“Promise me you won’t become a switch. I don’t think I could flog you.” She laughed at the very idea.

“No, it doesn’t feel good like that. I prefer to get you off with pain. This feels good because you didn’t ask for it. Doms need to revisit the sensations they inflict and the power they hold from time to time. I don’t ever want to lose perspective. Now remove that corset and kneel.” He pointed to the spot between his legs.

She slowly unhooked the long corset as he dragged his shirt over his head and stepped out of his shoes. As soon as she set the corset aside, she knelt at his feet and helped him undress. His cock was growing in the denim and she wanted a full ride tonight.

Slowly working his jeans down, she smiled when she saw he had no underwear on either. She kissed his thighs and sac as she helped him out of the pants fully. He sat back and reached for something.

Then his hand landed on her ass. “Be still.”

Moaning, she bowed her head and folded her hands behind her back.

He held the box under her nose. “Open your gift.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything else.” She looked at her nipple rings.

“I’ll enjoy this too. Open,” he ordered.

She pulled the ribbons and lifted the lid. Inside was a smallish paddle. The scent of roses hit her hard. The colour of the wood gave it away along with carved flower patterns in it. “Rosewood?”