Miles and Aura flew in from Tennessee for the wedding. Once the DNA test confirmed he was my father, we’d started talking on the phone, quickly progressing to video chats, frequent texts, and Jack and I flew out to Tennessee for several days two months after the test confirmation.
We were still strangers in many ways, but Aura had immediately welcomed me as family despite the shock of learning about me.
Jack and I had felt welcome in their home. And I got to meet aunts and cousins I never knew I had. My half-brother was my only sibling, and while Miles and Aura loved him, we had honestdiscussions about what he’d done and what they’d tried to do to help him.
I also met Miles’ parents, who both apologized for not knowing about me. They confirmed they would’ve taken Mom in and helped raise me had they known.
But the past is the past and can’t be changed. I chose not to reveal any of my abuse or trauma to them. Miles and Aura only knew there’d been issues, but I declined to discuss them in detail with them.
I saved alllll of that for my therapist. Who Lilah was also now seeing.
Unfortunately, my mother’s mother had dementia. I didn’t even bother going to visit her, because when I spoke on the phone to the staff at the nursing home, they told me she didn’t have long to live and wasn’t able to communicate.
I chose to let that go because I refused to stir up anger and resentment in my soul when there was no possibility of receiving answers or apologies.
Miles and Aura were in town for a week, staying in our guest room—on the new and very comfortable bed we’d purchased. Once they departed, Jack and I would head to Rawhide Ranch for a three-day honeymoon.
I still wasn’t sure what to call him. Miles, obviously. It was getting easier to introduce him to people as my father. I wanted to reach the point I could call him Dad—definitelynotDaddy—but it hadn’t become automatic yet.
Today, though, he would walk me down the aisle.
Well, through the chairs set up in our backyard to the arbor that Lilah had uncharacteristically gone batshit decorating for us.
Some of our friends from Rawhide Ranch would be in attendance today, like Master Derek and Sadie. But because ofour vanilla coworkers—and Miles and Aura—we couldn’t hold it there.
A knock on the bedroom door made us turn. “Come in,” Lilah said.
Miles opened the door, smiling. “Ready?”
“Yeah, she is,” Lilah said. “She’s all yours. I’ll go get in my place.” She kissed me on the cheek and headed out.
We weren’t going formal for this. And under my long flowered sundress I wore Hello Kitty panties.
Miles wore jeans and a button-up short-sleeved shirt.
Jack was wearing a black leather vest over his shirt, a nod to our kinky guests, many of whom, like Master Derek, also wore a leather item.
Miles smiled, offering me his arm. “Thank you for this.” He sounded choked up and I hope he didn’t start crying because I didn’t want to cry.
Not today.
Not even happy tears.
I hooked my arm through his. “Thank you, Dad.”
One Week Later
Jack
“Ready, sweetheart?”
Emmy wiggled her ass at me from where I had her bound to the St. Andrew’s cross, blindfolded. “Ready, Sir.”
The engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand were the only things she wore besides her cuffs and blindfold.
I’d learned Florentine flogging, but she didn’t know that. I’d spent plenty of time in the backyard practicing while she and Lilah were at work and I had the house to myself.
I was also pretty good with a whip now, another surprise I’d save for tomorrow night’s scene.
