If he keeps it at this level, I can get through the wedding and then beg him to fuck me after. Yeah, that will work.
The officiant continues the ceremony, all the while Asher’s eyes locked on mine. We’re in our own little universe, where I’m his sub and he’s my Dom. Nothing outside of our bubble matters.
My breath hitches at a sudden change in sensation. Heat blooms between my thighs, spreading fast and mercilessly. I lock my knees, fingers tightening around his.
The officiant continues. "...gathered here today..."
And then the vibrations increase, and I can see the little smile that tics up on Asher’s face as he enjoys torturing me. It’s not enough to push me over, but enough to make my thighs clench and my core tighten.
I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing my face into something resembling composure.
Smile. Breathe.
The vows begin, and Asher repeats each one while looking into my eyes. I can barely hear past the buzzing in my ears and the pleasure growing inside me.
When it’s my turn, he thankfully turns it back down, giving me a moment to catch my breath as the officiant guides me through my vows. I sound shaken, and to anyone else, I probably look and sound like an emotional bride on her wedding day. Which is probably better for the facade. But internally, I’m melting, desperate for this whole thing to be over so I can finally come.
If only they knew.
But as soon as I say I do, the vibrations return with a vengeance. The speed has increased, and a tremor runs through me.
Please, god, no.
I can feel my orgasm cresting. I sway slightly.
The vibration pulses higher.
We must have reached the part when we exchange rings because Asher slides a platinum band onto my finger, the weight of it grounding and possessive all at once. I mirror the gesture, my hands trembling as I push the matching band onto his.
"By the power vested in me..."
My knees buckle. Asher's arm wraps around my waist, steadying me, pulling me close. To everyone else, it looks romantic. Protective.
Only I know the truth.
"...I now pronounce you husband and wife."
The pulse inside me crescendos; precision and cruelty wound tight together.
"You may kiss the bride."
Asher's hand slides to the small of my back, fingers pressing into the silk. He lowers his mouth to mine, claiming me in front of three hundred witnesses.
And I shatter.
The orgasm tears through me, white-hot and blinding, my body clenching around the toy as my lips part against his. He swallows my gasp, tongue sliding against mine, kissing me deeper as I come apart in his arms.
Applause erupts around us.
He pulls back just enough to murmur against my mouth, "Good girl."
My legs won't hold me. He keeps me upright, hand firm at my waist, that insufferable smirk hidden behind a mask of perfect composure.
The vibration stops, and I'm left shaking, flushed, barely able to stand as he turns us toward the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the officiant announces, "Mr. and Mrs. Caine."
Asher gets me out of the ceremony room as quickly as possible.
