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  "Don't leave me again. Please, don't. I couldn't bear it if you went away again and didn't call."

  "Never. Never. I made a mistake and won't ever do it again." There was no stopping the thrill her words caused. He placed a gentle kiss on her lovely lips, happy to be with her. "You filled me up." "I certainly did. Your ass, mouth and pussy, all packed

  full of me and leather, your two favorite things." "You are my favorite thing. I love you." After he stood them both up, he turned her around and untied the strands that held her arms bound together. Once he'd finished and she was facing him, he wrapped his arms around her, needing to hold her close. He was surprised to find it difficult not to toss her back to the pillow on the floor and fuck her again, even harder than before. Rick was about to ask for an encore when his gaze dropped down, drawn to the sight of her enflamed nipples.

  "Are they sore?"" He nodded at the two hard tips, chaffed from their repeatedly rubbing over the edge of the leather corset. He wasn't so much worried as he was entranced by their condition and thought about dragging his tongue over them to help soothe their enflamed state.

  "Deliciously so." Mimi leaned back over his arms, thrust her large chest out, a position that begged him to appease the tormented tip. Not wanting to deny either one of them, he leaned down and dragged his tongue over each of them, cooling off the reddened flesh. Before he lifted his head, he'd grasped one tight point between his front teeth and gave it a naughty tug. He had to, if a nipple could beg for more, then these two definitely were.

  "Come, my leather bride, let's go. We have a party to go to and I'm nowhere near finished fucking you." Placing his arm around her waist, he pulled her into his side before they started to make their way back down the runway.

  While his focus had been centered on his lover, he was unaware the lights in the auditorium had been turned on full. As they sauntered by he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the audience was giving them a standing ovation. They had eyes only for one another so paid them no further consideration. Rick looked down at his lover and watched her sucking on the faux cock like it was a lollipop, taunting him with his double. She really was the wicked woman for him. Reaching back, he gave her tail a tug and enjoyed her yelp of pleasure. Laughter at her response to his play easily joined the thunderous applause.

  Seeing her dressed as his kind of bride, a submissive beauty, Rick felt his chest swell with pride. Mimi was perfect for him. She loved and thrived under his tender care, just as he did under hers. He was glad he'd taken the time to collect the engagement ring he'd had created especially for her before arriving for the show. It was time they solidified their relationship so there'd never again be a reason to doubt who they were to each other. They were partners in life, for life.

  Armand joined them on stage, stepped between them and put his arms around both Mimi and Rick, kissing each on the cheek.

  "You two were incredible! It was even more explosive than I'd expected. I think the Safe, Sane and Consensual show was a huge success thanks to you two."

  He stood back and motioned for them to accept the deserved accolades. "Baby, you're my kind of bride." "Silly man, no matter what I'm yours." "Good, I'm glad you understand." Smiling he pulled her into his embrace, dipped her back and pressed his lips to hers, pouring everything he felt into her mouth. Finally, he was right where he should be, with Mimi. Now he needed to complete this next step. "Come on you two, let's go celebrate!"

  * * * * Back in the dressing area was a bustle of activity without anyone really moving. There were models dressers, hair and make-up people, press and more mingling together, celebrating the end of another show. The energy was palatable. She could almost taste the raw lust dancing along with the chatter. There was hardly any room to walk but Mimi didn't care, not with Rick at her side and his arm anchoring to his side. Life couldn't be much better than it was right then. They still needed to talk about what happened but figured they could find their way through the mishap without any problems. Before they took more than a couple of steps, the room broke out into shouts of approval and clapping she assumed for their unprecedented walk down the runway.

  "Champagne for my muse and her man!" Armand could be heard shouting over the din. No matter how she tried, she couldn't find her friend to wish him much joy and success from this latest show.

  She looked to where the voice had come from but still couldn't see him. Then out of nowhere a flute full of golden bubbles appeared before and without thinking she reached out for it with the hand that held the faux dick. With care, she held them both and looked over to see Rick already had one. With the rush from their earlier antics still holding her body in its clasp, she reached over and clinked the crystal flute against herlover’s while stretching up so he could hear what she had to say. To make sure he had no doubt where she and her passion lay, Mimi used her other hand to stroke over his hard leather sheathed cock. "To my stud's happy return." "Careful, my love, I've warned you I'm far from being

  finished with our reunion." One sip was all she was able to take before someone reached through the crowd and took her hand from her lover's rod then pulled her forward.

  "You'll have plenty of time for some more of that action Miss Thing. Now follow me because Armand is dying to talk with you two." Tomas, her friend's lover, pulled her through the throng while Rick picked up her train and followed behind.

  As they passed through the press of people some called out their thoughts on what happened during her walk, others used their hands to pat, pinch and stroke her backside. "…stunning performance…" "…so brave…" "…beautiful body…" She smiled and nodded her head to no one in particular. Not sure why but she hadn't been expecting this response. In fact, if anything, she'd thought people would be too shocked to say anything. Eventually she saw Armand before them and was pleased to see him looking so relaxed.

  "My two love birds, you gave us all so much more than I'd dreamed possible. The way you two are together is nothing short of perfection." He leaned over and kissed her on both cheeks before doing the same to Rick. If she had to guess, Mimi thought with a smile, it would be that he'd already had more than his fair share of champagne and would feel the pain tomorrow. Never mind, the man had definitely earned the right to indulge tonight. "Thank you Armand, it was a wonderful experience." "So I'm forgiven?" "Forgiven? For what?" Confusion filled her and she looked around their group to see if anyone could offer details. What did this sweet man do that he felt the need to seek exoneration from her? When no help was voiced, she looked again to her man to see if he knew what was going on.

  "We haven't exactly had much time to speak about anything serious yet." The man was tall, gorgeous and appeared unconcerned by the fact his hard-on was standing straight out from his body. She was tempted to reach out and grasp hold of the leather encased rod but also wanted to know what was going on. "Rick?" "Go! Go into the office this minute and tell her everything so I can stop feeling so guilty."

  "Guilty? Why? What's going on?" Totally confused about what was going on, Mimi couldn't follow what the two men were talking about. "Now Rick, now!" Armand shouted at his friend. "Take it easy, you're turning all red. Tomas, you and I need to have a chat. It looks as if your man has been ignored lately and needs to have his fine ass reintroduced to your hand."

  "Don't I know it! Because his workload before a show is so high, we agreed to a lull in our usual activities. That's finished so we'll resume our normal pleasures tonight. You can rest easy, his backside will definitely feel the palm of my hand for his high-handedness with you this evening." "Good." She wasn't really following what the two men were talking about other than the obvious. Armand was going to be spanked and he looked rather pleased by the prospect.

  "Mimi, shall we take him up on his offer or would you rather wait until we get home?"

  "I'm too anxious to know what's going on to wait, tell me now."

  "Fine, follow me." When his hand reached out for her to take hold of, there was only one thing she wanted to
know and that was what was going on between her lover and friend.

  A few minutes later, they were ensconced in an executive’s office. Before she could say one word, he wrapped his arms around her, gently laid his lips on hers and kissed her. Tears gathered in her eyes. She hadn't forgotten how he felt or tasted, but it felt like it had been forever since she'd been able to enjoy them. All other thoughts fluttered from her head. They were one again.

  He must have felt the slip of a tear and pulled a breath away.

  "No tears baby, everything is fine." He spoke with his lips still touching hers, as if he too couldn't bear to be separated. "It's just that I missed you so much." "I promise I won't ever leave you again without telling you what's going on." He pressed his lips against hers, harder than before and gave her what was on his mind. "And you must promise to never doubt how much I love you."

  Gasping with shock, her eyes opened wide and held his gaze. She hadn't thought about how her action could be viewed in those terms. Had she really doubted him? The answer was right there. No, she hadn't because she knew he was her man as much as she was his. The real question was why had she allowed insecurity to own her this past week. "I swear, Rick, I swear." "Why did you have even a second of uncertainty about my feelings for you?" She felt his arms tighten, bringing her even closer than before. It was then she understood how much her actions had hurt him and knew she had to give him the truth in her heart. It was right there on the tip of her tongue. She didn't need to think any further than their last night together.

  "All I could think of while you were gone was how during our first night of you binding me to your bed, I'd felt so open to you, so vulnerable and then you were gone."

  "I should've thought about how you'd feel after that night. It was intense, full of love and lust. I didn't want to think too much about it because it would consume me and I couldn't allow that to happen, not right then. I'm sorry baby."

  His kiss was simple and held everything he felt for her right on the surface. Their lips pressed together and held there, absorbing each other. She could taste him and felt more complete with each breath he took and she accepted. After a moment he broke their connection to lay her across the desk and slipped inside her ready body. With his eyes on hers, he pushed in until there was no further space he could fill. "Oh stud—" "Shhh. I wasn't expecting it, but a developer has offered me the world, or at least my version of it." On his pause, he pulled his cock out, slowly, so once again she could feel each bump and bead that decorated his rod. When only the head remained, he waited a few seconds then pushed back inside her. Using the same maddening pace as before, he picked up where he'd left off.

  "It was going to affect you so I needed to get all the details I could before I made a decision." Again he stopped talking while he slipped out of her grip. When she started to move her legs, to wrap them around his waist, he used his hands to hold them pressed to the desk. The wait between strokes didn't last as long this time but it was just as maddening.

  "Leaving you out of it will never happen again." He thrust inside her and kept going. In and out, her body and soul. There was no question that she was his to take.

  "R-R-ick!" The climax was swift. While she was sure what he was saying was important and was listening, it was difficult to think straight. She had no willpower to deny him her pleasure was one thought. Another was that she wanted to see his control break apart and it did. The muscles in her pussy squeezed and pulled on him until she felt his cock pulsate inside her clasp. There was no doubt in her mind he was almost there with her. She fought his hold on her body, and when she won, she shifted her leather booted leg up around his waist and looked for his orgasm to come rushing to the surface.

  He pushed himself further inside her, but didn't find his release. Instead he collapsed on top of her. Finally she had him right where she wanted him, weak with need. Wrapping herself around him, arms and legs, she absorbed all of him and felt her world start to right itself. Then he surprised her for the second time that night. "Shit," he muttered. "This is going all wrong." "What?" "Ring, I had a ring made for you and it's in my jacket

  pocket." The man was lost in his thoughts and remarkably still hard in her body. She wanted to laugh because it sounded like he'd lost his mind and had to wonder if he had any idea what he'd said. A giggle escaped as he leaned up on his elbows. "Shit!" "What's the matter?" She tried to straighten his hair but it seemed to have a mind of its own and wanted to remain standing up and out from her lustful attentions.

  "I was supposed to propose, give you the ring and then have my way with you."

  "Well, you have taken me, but since you haven't come technically I think you still are having your way with me, so all is not lost." "See, that's why I love you—you're sexy and smart." It looked to her like he was lost in thought but she had to wonder if that was true when he started to slowly fuck her. Then he used his thumbs to strum her nipples, which had remained hard and poking over the top edge of her corset. It was a delicious feeling, but she wondered if he'd already forgotten about the proposal. This was actually a good thing because she wanted to remember how he asked her to be his. She lifted her chest up when he pinched her nipples.

  "Will you be my lover and keeper of my heart? Will you be there for me as I promise to be there for you, through the good and the bad?"

  With his fiery gaze focused locked with hers, he stopped thrusting to wait for her response. There was only answer rolling around her mind. "Yes, yes!" Suddenly, without moving out of her body, he lifted her up and looked around the room before making his way over to a credenza where their clothes were. Using his possession of her to hold her pressed against the wall, he reached over to search his pockets for the ring. Once he found it, success was written all over her face and she had to laugh.

  "Don't laugh Mimi! You'll squeeze my cock so hard I'll—"

  The door burst open with Armand and Tomas leading others inside. "I heard laug—what's going…" "Quiet Armand, I'm not done." With one hand braced against the wall beside her head, he used the other to open the box. "Well, by all means finish what you were doing." Rick growled and she laughed. This was definitely not how she expected him to propose but wouldn't change one bit of it. "Mimi, will you marry me?" "Yes! Of course I will!" She felt giddy inside as her man placed the ring on the third finger of her left hand. Feeling the new weight, she looked down and her mouth dropped open. He'd done it again. Rick surprised her. There'd been no ideal image of a ring in her mind, but the one on her finger was it. Simple, traditional and still brimming with style, it was perfect her. She'd worry about being blinded by the diamond later.

  "Are they done yet?" She heard someone say and would've laughed along with everyone else if her friend hadn't answered the obvious question. "No, so get on with it Rick. We'd like to congratulate

  you both." Within a few strokes, everyone else in the room was forgotten, it was just them making love. This was between them and together they savored starting on a new path together. When her climax stole her breath and her mind spun wildly until it settled on what type of bride she would be. Would she don the leather bride attire again or would something else take her fancy?

  Really it didn't matter, not as long as she was his bride.

  * * * * New York Post Fashion Week is in full swing and there's plenty of news to pass on. The energy is high and an upbeat feeling throughout. Everyone from the famous to those who think they're famous have been seen flittering between the white tents in Bryant Park. Some are here to be seen and others are here to see what and who they should be wearing next fall and winter.

  In specific, silhouettes are varied, as are colors and patterns, but be assured, one thing remains the same. Black is still black.

  While I attend most shows, the flamboyant New York designer, Armand de Cuir, is one I never miss and this year was no exception. The clothes in the Safe, Sane and Consensual line were beautiful, fashion forward and for everyone.

  Because of his muse, I do see one tren
d coming from de Cuir's runway. Brides will be more adventures and personal with what they wear down the aisle. Put the lace and satin away, instead think about having something in leather created especially for you. That's right, I predict Bridezilla is out and a more confident woman wearing leather is here. Trust me, the groom will love it!

  Taming Marie Antoinette Chapter One

  Paris, France

  Standing in the doorway to debauchery, actually a ballroom full of costumed revelers, his gaze slowly slid over the room as he looked for a ripe piece of flesh to play with. James Michaud and his twin Thornton refused to dress up. It wasn't their thing, but sex was and tonight they were after some prime pussy. Instead of costumes, they chose to wear black suits with dress shirts and silk ties. When they'd arrived at the entrance, required silk half masks inblack were offered.

  Putting a hand in his pocket, James checked over this year's offerings.