When I realized how long it had been since Ember and I had been to The Dungeon, I knew I had been lax in my duties to her. We have played at home and I have found many kinks that we enjoy, but she does love to put on a show, and that is one that I have been remiss about giving her. After she came back into my life we have only been to The Dungeon a handful of times, and most of those were before we found out about the baby. She has not complained or mentioned the fact that she misses it or even wants to scene there, but I still feel bad about on my part for not remembering. That is when I decided to talk with Abraham and Marcus, so that she and Pearl can scene together to celebrate our marriage.
Just as Marcus and Abraham surprised Pearl with a small ceremony at the Clubhouse, I have planned a similar event. It was a good idea that Abraham had to not involve Pearl in the scheme, because she would not have been able to keep it under wraps and I am hoping that this will be a complete surprise to my old lady. Ember deserves all the happiness that I can give her considering what she has been through at the hands of that fucker Clutch.
I knew the moment that I saw her again at The Dungeon, that I would never be able to let her go or be with anyone else. Putting it to paper is just the next step in that process. When I got my ink on her, it made the worry the she would leave or that she did not feel the same way subside, but that was only short lived. Getting it legal and legit will secure it for both of us and for the children that we share.
After Preach says the words we will enjoy a family dinner at the Clubhouse and then head over to The Dungeon. I hope that Sara and Heather have been able to get everything together and that no one, especially Gun with his false sense of righteousness, has given them any fucking grief. If I find out anything to the contrary, there will be hell to pay.
Gun needs to pull his head out of his ass about Sara just like Markus, Abraham, and I have all had to do with our women. Once you know what it is that you want, you need to grab a hold of that shit and take it. If he doesn’t realize his desires for her soon and claim what is his, he might lose her for good. That fucking shit is not something that I would wish on any of my brothers. The years that I went without Ember just drive me to make her happy every day and claim her as mine in all ways.
Chapter 5
Ember
Our little girl sure has me running ragged these last eight months, feeling nauseous throughout the majority of this pregnancy has not been fun. Now that I only have about a month left before she joins us, I am finally started to feel better and am glad to know that we are having a night out together. Vincent has not told me what we are going to be doing this evening, but he did hint that I would need an outfit to serve my Dom. It has been such a long time since that has happened, I am not sure what I might have that would fit.
Dressing for the evening after a long soak in the tub and then a quick shower has me nervous about what will be happening. As I walk into the bedroom I notice a dress laid out on the bed, a white baby doll dress that has me wondering what the fuck is going on. Having picked out a bra and panty set for The Dungeon that will not work under that dress, I search Vincent out to ask him about it.
Finding him in the kitchen getting supper on the table for our son I begin. “Vincent, I cannot wear that dress tonight, it will not work for me to serve you. If a dress is what you would like me to wear, I will just find a different one that might not stand out so much at The Dungeon.”
“You will?” is all I get in answer as his eyes slowly stare into my soul.
“Vincent, I cannot show up to The Dungeon in that dress. I already look like a cow and am not going to-”
“Ofiara. You will not tell me what you are going to do. You will wear that dress and I don’t want to hear any fucking more about it. Whatever you picked out for the Dungeon can be put in a bag and you can change once we get there. Of course if you are not even being respectful enough to me here, I am not sure that I would like to take you to The Dungeon, or anywhere else, for that matter.”
“Where are we going before that? Why do I need to wear that white dress I am…”?
“Quiet! Just go get dressed! We are leaving as soon as the boy gets done eating. He is ready to go and I only need to throw my change of clothes into a bag before I am ready.”
I look up at him questioning, “What? I thought we had to wait for the baby sitter? Why are we leaving so early? The babysitter is not even here yet. You got a babysitter right? We can’t just take him to The Dungeon with us, Vincent.”
“Ofiara, I will not warn you again-Quiet. Go get dressed and get yourself ready. The boy will be leaving us when we head to The Dungeon, so stop that train of thought right fucking there. If you are not ready in twenty, however, you will not be pleased by the outcome. And I am not talking about a few swats from a whip or flogger at The Dungeon.”