Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) (17 page)

“Answer me.” Master Ivan barked his response out so loud; Libby swore she almost lost control of her bladder.

“Y-yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” Her eyes welled up with unbidden tears.

“Turn around and let me see.” Daddy Ivan twirled his finger in a circle in silent direction.

Libby pivoted immediately, raising her skirt as she moved, holding it up high to her waist, not caring about anyone’s reaction except Master Ivan.

Master Ivan whistled, low and long. His finger rubbed on her sore spots, making her flinch. “Those are some impressive welts, girl. You did an excellent job here…as expected, Dr. Maddox.”

“Thank you, Sir. She will
not
be calling anyone a bitch any time soon, isn’t that right, bad girl?” Maddox’s voice rumbled through her core, causing her to shiver.

“Yes, Daddy. I won’t do it again.” Libby looked over her shoulder at Daddy standing behind her.

“You won these back, Little One.” Master Ivan handed her panties back. “You need to ask your Daddy if you can put them on or not.”

“May I?” She bit her lip, waiting for his response; she
really
didn’t relish the idea of walking to the car with the underside of her cheeks peeking out from her skirt.

“You may, Libby.” Maddox steadied her, holding arm as she wobbled stepping into the panties. Libby hissed as they slid over her bottom, the soft cotton suddenly feeling rough as burlap. Once in place, she ran her hands over the material, glad that they concealed her punishment.

“See you next week, Ivan.” Maddox shook hands with the burly man.

“Next week, Maddox. Libby.” He nodded to her.

“Bye, Sir.”

M
addox tugged at the neckline of his dress shirt nervously, wishing he could relax and breathe a little easier. He wasn’t worried about marrying Libby—he’d been in love with her since he met her, but these damn formal affairs just put him on edge.

Although they had received flack at different points of their relationship about the age difference, Maddox had never been happier with any other woman. He enjoyed the experience and depth of an older woman, and he looked forward to spending the rest of his life with his girl and soon-to-be wife.

Master Ivan walked into the room, slapping Maddox on the shoulder. “It’s time, Maddox. The women have said Libby’s ready. You all set?”

“More than set. Let’s do this.” He smiled at the big owner of The Playpen, clapping him on the back in return.

The men walked outside into the enclosed yard and garden area that surrounded the exclusive club. It’d become an after-hours party area, and used for different functions such as collarings and weddings. There were approximately fifty guests present to witness their celebration and what both he and Libby viewed as their
real
wedding.

All their friends—friends that knew more and they had seen more about their real personalities than most families were present to support them on their special day. In a setting such as The Playpen, you expose more of your vulnerabilities and weaknesses with these people than you would dream of doing with everyday friends or even close family. The men and women here shared a bond that many couldn’t even comprehend.

Libby rounded the corner followed by her closest girlfriends. She wore a simple cream-colored, silk dress that hugged her curves and his cocked twitched just looking at her. The dress came to just above her knee, and the only flourish on the dress was the lace overlay on the neckline and shoulders with lace that covered her shoulders and upper arms. She carried a bouquet of white roses with white calla lilies. She smiled brightly at him, not taking her eyes off of him as she slowly walked to him.

As soon as she came near, Maddox reached out drawing her to him, tucking her under his arm. “Hey, baby girl, are you ready for this?”

“I’ve never been more ready in my life?” Her eyes twinkled, and they lightly kissed.

Master Ivan cleared his throat, smirking at the two of them. “I haven’t officially said you can kiss the bride yet, you two, and since I’m officiating today, I think we should move along here.”

They both laughed, responding. “Yes, Sir.”

Master Ivan’s deep voice loudly spoke without the need for a microphone. “We’re gathered today to join Professor Maddox and Elizabeth together in holy matrimony and witness Maddox collaring Libby. What we’ll be seeing today is more than a ceremony; it’s a melding of two lives. We’ve grown to love these two people standing before us today, and to have the privilege of watching them commit to each other, taking their relationship to the next level, is an honor.”

Maddox’s sweaty hand couldn’t let go of Libby’s; he found comfort in her touch. He loved being near her, having her by his side. Their dynamic fascinated him some days, although he was her Daddy and Dominant, he relied on her emotionally, enjoying her support and submission. He loved her independence and intelligence. Libby was a strong woman, unafraid of her strength, but she’d readily toss the daily responsibilities off her shoulders, kneeling at his feet. Her submission humbled him.

Many days he didn’t feel he deserved her submission, felt he lacked as a Dominant, but she’d assure him that she had just as many days of concern that she didn’t have what was required to be his babygirl and submissive. When one was strong, the other would be weak—it was just the way in their relationship. Libby’s ability to understand the down times and lulls in their Daddy and little relationship made him love her all the more.

“Both of you have vows you’ve written for your collaring, right?” Master Ivan held Libby’s collar in his hand, and eyebrow quirked at both of them.

Maddox responded, “Yes, Sir.” He took the collar from Master Ivan, waiting for him also to produce the collar bracelet that would be Libby’s day collar. The bracelet would be something that could be worn to work and in her daily life without having to expose her private BDSM relationship to co-workers, family, and friends, but it would also be a way of having a tangible, physical representation of their dynamic.

The collar was a wide pink leather, with the large round ring on the front as was normal, but he had pink rhinestones added to it. He’d requested that a white heart dangle from the ring with the inscription
Babygirl
engraved on it. Maddox had spent more hours than he cared to think about pouring over websites to find a collar that he felt she’d love. Something she’d like to wear in the privacy of their home.

When he saw her face light up looking at it in Master Ivan’s hand just now, all the time he’d spent in the search made it worthwhile.

Maddox grabbed the bracelet first. It was stainless steel with a floral pattern engraved into the band; that had an O-ring that only he would be able to take off and put on her. Her bracelet wouldn’t raise any questions and would be a daily symbol of their dynamic.

“This is your day collar, Libby. It shall be worn at all times. It’ll be taken off or on by me, and only me. I want you to wear this as a physical reminder of our love and that I’m your Daddy at all times.” He slipped it onto her wrist, attaching the clasp.

He kissed her on the nose, turning he took her regular collar from Master Ivan.

Libby knelt before him, head down. Maddox stroked her bowed head, stroking his fingers through her hair before clearing his throat and proceeding.

“I take you Libby for my wife, submissive, and babygirl.
I promise always to remember that your submission is a gift and treat it as such.
I promise to love, honor and cherish you. I promise to put your love in my heart and always keep it with me.
I acknowledge my role as your protector and promise always to honor this role. I promise to you to always be faithful, loyal, and true. To hold your own needs above my own. To protect you and to make you feel like the beautiful, wanted and owned submissive and babygirl you are.

“As I place this collar your neck,
I acknowledge and honor your submission. I acknowledge your willingness to serve me as my loving submissive.
I give you this collar fully with love and with joy.”

Maddox attached the collar to her, looking down to see the tears tracking down her cheeks and he had to swipe at his own tears that were threatening to fall also.

Libby pulled in a shivery breath before starting her own vows. She looked up at him while still kneeling. “I take you Maddox for my husband, Dominant, and Daddy.
I promise always to remember that my submission is a gift of love to you.
I promise to love, honor and cherish you. I promise to obey you
.
I promise to put your love in my heart and always keep it with me.
I acknowledge your role as my protector and promise always to honor this role.
I give myself to you completely of my own free will.
I give to you my heart, soul, and my body, for we are now one.
I accept this collar fully with love and with joy.”

Maddox once again, swiped at the tears brimming in his eyes. “Do you accept my collar and full intention of loving ownership this collar represents as a sacred vow between us?”

Libby nodded, smiling through her tears. “Yes, I accept my collar with the full intention of love and respect and my loving submission to you.”

Maddox reached down, pulling her small hand into his own, helping her to rise.

“By the power invested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Now you may kiss your bride!”

Amidst the laughter of their friends, Maddox pulled Libby to him and kissed her deeply.

“I
t’s not good luck! You’re not supposed to be seeing me today, until I come down the aisle!” Libby pushed her hands against his chest, trying to keep Maddox’s bulking form from coming through the door to her little cottage at the wedding site. They would be in this same cottage together tonight, but she didn’t want to jinx her wedding day.

“We don’t care about that—we’re already married—there’s nothing to goof up. Let me in, Elizabeth.” He leaned into the door that she was desperately trying to push into his face.

Unable to close it entirely, and Daddy’s strength, Libby let the door fly open, watching him stumble into the room once she stopped struggling “—but you may deserve a good fucking after too.” Daddy’s eyes narrowed as he stalked her in the small living area of the cottage.

Libby backed up quickly, not wanting to turn her backside to him. She looked over her shoulder, to avoid tripping or falling onto furniture or tables. But the minute she took her eyes off of him, Daddy lunged forward, grabbing her by the elbows.

“Now you’ll be sorry, bad girl.” He tossed her over the back of the couch with a resounding slap to her bare bottom. “At least you followed my rule of no panties.”

Libby had worn a sleeveless silky lingerie nightie that came to just under her buttocks, but being tossed over the couch, the soft material rose above her bottom, leaving her completely exposed.

“Daddy!” She looked over her shoulder, trying to rise up, but when his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze darkening, she slumped over the back of the couch again. His hands worked at the belt at his waist, slipping the tail through the buckle. She clenched watching, her sex throbbing in response.

“Do you feel afraid, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Maddox nodded, pulling his belt of quickly, knowing that the slapping of leather made her shiver—
every time
. “Do good girls try to slam a door in their Daddy’s face?”

“They do if it’s their wedding day and Daddy isn’t supposed to see them!” Libby laughed in spite of speaking the truth. She loved sparring with him.

Maddox doubled the belt over, palming the buckle. “Who decides what is appropriate and what isn’t? Mmm?”

“You do, Daddy. But society has decided on that rule and you’re supposed to listen.” Her voice rose incrementally, trying to prove her point. Although she had no doubt in her mind that she’d lose this argument and it would end with a red, strapped bottom and the promised
good fucking.

Daddy’s arm swung out with the supple leather bending. Libby turned her head to look at the cushion not wanting to see it strike her bottom. She attempted to squeeze her cheeks in anticipation but was unable to in this position. The smack of leather hitting across the crest of her backside sounds before her flesh felt the line of fire.