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“I can’t believe we’re engaged!” I say to Landon. I can’t wait to call him my husband, to be entirely mine.

Landon beams. He pulls me closer and kisses me. “Do you like the ring?”

“I do, but I love you more,” I say, snuggling closer to him.

He’s so hunky and big. I move onto his lap and feel his thick, muscular arms around me. He makes me feel so safe in so many ways. I can be myself with him entirely and completely. Whether that’s silly, acting like a dom and owning my power, telling him about my unconventional sexual relationship with my ex-step-dad. He knows everything about me, the good and bad, the weird and normal, the put-together and messy, and he loves me anyway.

Landon curls my orange hair around his fingers as I rub his chest. The diamond engagement ring catches the light just as I collar his throat with my hand. He groans.

“The ring looks best when I wrap my fingers around your throat,” I purr in his ear.

He grins and leans forward to kiss me, but I just rub my lips over his teasingly. “You know what this means, right?”

“That I’m yours forever. Your sub. Your lover. Your husband,” he pants.

I tighten my fingers around his throat, digging my fingers in until his head falls back. I kiss his nose. “It means you’re tied to me. All mine, in every single way. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” he groans. “I want you forever, Sylvia.”

I adjust on his lap. “Is that any way to speak to your master?”

“I want to serve you forever, Mistress,” he corrects, eyes flaring with heat and submission.

I kiss him hungrily, sucking his bottom lip as my hand loosens around his throat. The second I start to move my hand, Landon puts it back. I take his hand instead. I shake my head, rubbing my nose against his. “I love you so much. My big, sexy husband-to-be.”

“Screw it. Marry me right now. I want to call you my wife,” he pants.

He’s so hard. I roll my hips on him and kiss him again. “Be a good boy for now.”

“You’re going to make me be patient, aren’t you?” he asks, his smile growing. “Going to edge me, threaten my sanity, then ruin me.”

“Sounds like you’re asking me to do that,” I tease.

He kisses me again. “I’m putty in your hand, Sylvia. You know that. I love everything you do for me, to me, and everything in between.”

I moan and kiss him again. I roll so my back is against his chest. I look at the ring on my finger and back at my fiancé. He’s so loving, he watches me like I have stars all over me, like I’m better than the moon. I know he’ll do anything for me. He’s proved it time and time again.

“Let’s have a party,” I hum.

“Yeah?” he asks.

“I want everyone to know that we’re together, that we’re taking this step together. We can invite all our friends, our families... and Nate,” I say.

Landon nods. “Of course, he has to be involved.”

He’s not upset or jealous despite knowing all about my previous relationship with Nate. I stroke over Landon’s chest. “And we’ll get something sexy for you to wear under your clothes. Something lacy, so you feel it rubbing against your skin all night.”

“Just name the date,” he pants. “Please let it be tomorrow.”

“Because you know you’re not going to cum until then?” I giggle.

We talk more about the party, tell our parents we’re engaged, and then set up the party for the weekend. It’ll be small-maybe twenty people other than us-which will fill half of the first floor of our lavish home. We’ll have dinner, some conversation, and some champagne.

“I should have proposed to you on the first date,” Landon says as we finish planning our party.

I give him a confused look. “We’ve only been together a year. It’s pretty fast overall.”

“Not fast enough. I want to hear you call me husband. I’m aching for it,” he admits.

“You’ve been a good patient boy for this long. I’m sure you can be patient a bit longer. Plus, you know I’ll make sure you enjoy every day,” I promise.

Landon kisses me, hugs me tightly and promises that nothing will change. Things might get better, but we’ll still be us. It’s the same promise he makes me every night as we get closer and closer to the party.

On the night of, I pull on a cute white dress. It clings to me in a flattering way that’s not too sexy to be around my mom or Landon’s parents. I watch him adjust his shirt over the lacy teddy I got him to wear. It’s crotchless, but I know that him wearing it will drive him insane all night.

I’ve made him wear silk nightgowns and panties every night since he proposed. He’s been writhing and begging me to let him come, but I told him he’d have to wait and he will. Because he’s a good boy and my hand, my mouth, and my pussy is better than his hand.

“Mistress, you look gorgeous,” he says.

I kiss him softly, then pull him close. “I love you.”

“Here, try this. The mango chutney on the salmon came out perfectly,” I moan, holding my fork in front of my fiancé’s face.

He beams at me and happily takes the bite. I lean forward and kiss him before he can swallow. He finishes and offers me some champagne. I take a drink and stroke over Landon’s muscular thigh. I continue higher and higher until I snap the lingerie against his skin from over his slacks.

Landon’s brown eyes darken with lust. He rubs his nose over mine as my hand moves over his abs and to his chest. I can feel the lacy fabric under his button-up. He takes a slow, controlled breath.

I kiss him again, then whisper in his ear, ignoring the fact that our family and friends are eating and mingling around us.

“When people start to leave, you’ll go to our room and assume position three,” I instruct.

Landon nods eagerly. “Yes, Mistress.”

“You’ve been a good boy and you deserve to be rewarded. If all goes well, you’ll enjoy me and someone else,” I hint.

His brow furrows. We’ve talked about hard limits when it comes to what we enjoy together. I know what Landon is and isn’t okay with, just like I know my own limits. He’s said he’s been willing to try some bisexual fantasies that he’s had and it’s been the one thing I haven’t given him.

I’ve been telling him to wear my panties since he told me he was interested in cross-dressing. I’ve gotten him cute dresses that look even cuter on his muscled, hunky physique. I’ve done his makeup, painted his nails, and thoroughly enjoyed our bonding time as much as I’ve enjoyed our kinky time.

I slowly turn Landon’s chin so he’s looking at Nate. I nip Landon’s ear. “All you have to do is say yes, baby. Then you can have us both. If you want us.”

He shudders and adjusts in his chair. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Now, let’s mingle for a bit, then we can celebrate with our special after-party,” I murmur.

Landon stands and keeps my hand in his as we talk about how happy we are to be engaged. Landon doesn’t brag about the ring. He brags about me saying yes. I talk about how excited I am to have him forever, how eager I am to take this step with the man I love.

Every conversation I have with others makes me gooier over my fiancé.

“He keeps saying he’s the lucky one,” my friend giggles. “You know he hasn’t taken his eyes off you, even when you’re not touching. It actively looks like he’s planning how to get you to come back to him.”

“I’m lucky,” I say honestly. “To have someone who loves me like him, even when I don’t feel loveable. Landon is...” I can’t even think of the words. “He’s my one and only.”

“Ooh, so certain one marriage is going to work?” my mom teases as she steps in with her new husband. Step-dad number two and ‘dad figure’ number three. She giggles and bites her bottom lip. “He really is totally in love with you.”

“He makes me feel so much, but at the same time...” I don’t know how to describe it. I know that no matter what, he’ll make the choice to work through any problems. He has before. He doesn’t let anything fester. He’d rather attack it together, as a team. “We’re actually partners, Mom. It’s not just love, it’s so much more. Even when things are hard, we choose each other over the problem, even if that means a hard conversation.”

She kisses my forehead. “You learned faster than I did then.”

“I’d do anything to keep from losing him,” I say honestly. “He means so much to me.”

“You’re stealing my lines, Sylvia,” Landon says, his hand trailing over my back before his big palm rests on my hip. He kisses the top of my head. “Don’t listen to her, Grace. Sylvia works hard for us. Whether she’s at her job, at home, having a good day or a bad day, she never forgets the things that make us work.”

“Says the man who pouts until I hug him when he gets home,” I tease.

“Says the woman who always finishes a hug with a kiss and a long conversation about our days,” he replies.

My mom pats Landon’s cheek. “You’re a good one. Make sure Sylvie here doesn’t take advantage.”

“I would never,” I say. She walks away and I lean back against my fiancé. “At least, I wouldn’t in a way you don’t like.”

He lets out a panting breath. “You know you’re driving me insane. Every time you lift your dress a little, move your hand on the champagne glass like you’re giving it a hand job, run your finger over your bottom lip while watching me.”

“I feel how hard you are,” I inform. “Is that why you came over here?”

“I wanted to confirm again. I’m okay with Nate joining us. Nate specifically,” he says in my ear.

“I know you are,” I say. “But thank you. I appreciate you affirming it.”

“One more hour?” he asks.

“Someone’s eager.”

“I have a feeling Nate will be, too, once you let him know you’re involved,” Landon says.

“If anything feels off… if you don’t like any part of what we do, you know you can-”

“I know. If I get jealous, if I don’t like a setup, if I’m no longer comfortable, I safe word,” he answers.

“And we skip right to the aftercare,” I promise, stretching on my toes to kiss his jaw. “Now be a good boy and enjoy all my teasing while I talk to Nate.”

Landon groans and kisses me again before talking to his best friend. He makes sure to angle the conversation so he can still see me as I approach Nate.

Nate hugs me and I rub my fingers over the back of Nate’s neck. It’s a move that drives Landon insane and since I’m watching him, he knows I’m doing this just for him. Hours have passed, and I haven’t let up on him once. He’s going to be so hard it hurts by the time I take care of him.

“Are you happy, sweetheart?” Nate asks.

“Thrilled. As long as I have Landon in any way, I’m happy,” I say.

“As long as he knows how to please you, you won’t have any problems,” Nate says, looking me over. “And if he doesn’t make the effort to please you, I’ll remind him there are plenty of men willing to do that.”