“Yes, Sir. Yes, Master. I long to please you and if you would find pleasure in this, then it is what I would love to do for you.”
Smiling to myself, I look in the box and am taken aback at the sheer lack of clothing. I know that my husbands like to push me, but when I pull out a see through set of bra and panties I am left hoping that there will be another outfit for me at The Dungeon. The dress that I then take out of the box is beautiful, short, extremely fucking short, but beautiful none the less.
I quickly put on the underthings and dress, and walk into the bathroom to fix my hair. Putting on a little lipstick I walk back out to see that my husbands have changed into long sleeved dress shirts with their cuts over them. I flash back to that night those months ago, that we stood before Preach and said our vows, knowing that Doc and Ember will be doing the same brings such joy to my heart.
Chapter 7
Doc
Seeing her walk into the kitchen wearing the white dress that Sara picked out for her, takes my fucking breath away. I knew the moment she came back into my life that I would not be able to go on without her again. It has just taken me some time to get to the point that we are actually ready to put ink to paper.
Thankful that I had already brought this to the brothers when I had my ink put to Ember, I knew that it was only a matter of time before we were husband and wife. I thought that she would be planning the big day, but for the majority of the past six months Ember has been having a rough go of it. It seems that our little girl has been putting her momma through the ringer with extreme morning sickness.
I never thought that I would be surprising my old lady with something like this. When Prez and Tank did it, I really thought that they were fucking insane. At that point Ember and I had only just found out that she was pregnant. Don’t women want to plan that shit out? Isn’t it like every little girl’s dream to be able to make all the decisions about who, what, when, and all that shit? What the fuck do I know about planning a wedding?
Nothing, that’s what-and that is exactly why I enlisted Prez, Tank, Sara, and Heather to help me out and to keep this whole thing a secret from Ember.
Earlier today I went to check on both the Clubhouse and The Dungeon to make sure that everything will run smoothly tonight. We are all set up for the small ceremony and then the dinner that we will share with all the brothers and our friends at the Clubhouse.
The Dungeon is set up for a Valentines Party like no one has seen before. The main stage is set for our women to share their scene this evening. Markus and Abraham set out the implements that they know are Pearl’s favorites.
I head to the stage to look and see what my Ember has in store for her tonight. The spanking bench is out as well as the St. Andrews Cross, which will be a challenge to get Ember on with her expanding belly. Noticing the vast array of pillows under each, I know that both men have not forgotten the struggle of making a pregnant woman comfortable while playing. Looking towards one of the two side tables I notice cuffs, ropes, floggers, and small whips. Moving my head slowly to the other table I see a variety of butt plugs, vibes, dildos, a strap on, and nipple clamps. Knowing the sensitivity that comes with pregnancy I know that Pearl will give Ember one hell of a scene and that they will put on a hell of a show for the members.
Leaving, I make my way to the Clubhouse to check on the preparations there. Looking over the modest decorations and set up I am pleased with how it has turned out. Running into Gun after I have finished looking around, I ask if he has seen Sara.
“No, I haven’t fucking seen Sara. She sure as fuck doesn’t tell me where the fuck she is going if you hadn’t noticed. Why does everyone always ask me about her? I don’t give a fuck about her and sure as fuck don’t know where she is fucking at every time someone asks me.” He turns to walk away and I can barely make out these last few words, “Just because I can’t get her out of my fucking head-FUCK!”
Watching them the last few months has been a fucking show to say the least. Ember still tries not to tell me much about what went on. I know that there is a history stemming back from the days that Gun was sent to watch Sara while Ember was away, but that is really it.
Sara and Gun are fucking drawn together in all things, but fucking pride stands in their way. They are both getting more stubborn and pigheaded each day that passes. Knowing the feelings that Gun has and is trying so hard to hide, I pity the fucker. He needs to step up and take what is his, before some other stupid fuck takes it, or it is lost to him for good.
Chapter 8
Ember