Carrie's Answer (16 page)

Tears welled in her brown eyes. He wiped them gently with his thumbs.

“I love you, Marcus Worthington.” Her voice and her smile trembled. All the love in the world was shining in her eyes and it took his breath away. “I always have, always will.”

He dipped his head and kissed her, long and lingering. He savored the taste of his woman, realizing all over again how much he’d missed her these past few days.

“How does October sound?” he eventually murmured as he nuzzled her throat.

“How does it sound for what?” She moved her head to the side, allowing him greater access to the sensitive skin there.

“For our wedding, baby. You don’t think I’m going to let you go now, do you?”

Her breath caught and she leaned up to kiss his lips.

“Well, since you put it that way, I suppose I could pencil it in.”

He stopped his nibbling and gazed down at her as he rested on his elbows. She lay naked and fragile-seeming under his nearly clothed body, and she was his. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops but for now he would settle for hearing Carrie scream his name.

“Thank you, baby.”

“For what?”

He watched her pale face blush.

“For bringing me back to life.” It was all he managed to get out before sliding back into her, into his home.

Carrie brought her hands down around him and held on for dear life as the pleasure he created in her took flight. He drove slowly into her pussy. She drank in his every tremble, absorbing all the emotion he couldn’t say with words.

Her pussy contracted as her orgasm came out of nowhere. Her hips lifted off the floor as she clasped him desperately inside of her. Marcus flung his head back, his veins popping out on his neck. He screamed her name as he came inside of her.

Mrs. Meyers would have plenty to tell the neighbors now.

Epilogue

Carrie escaped into her dressing room, ready to relax and have a few moments to herself. She loved her mother and sister but they were driving her nuts with all their hovering.

She headed toward the antique white table that held a large mirror for her to apply her makeup. Marcus had offered to bring in a makeup artist but Carrie had refused. It was a little daunting to suddenly be wealthy enough to afford most anything. She was a prudent girl and couldn’t justify the extravagance.

Sitting in the middle of the table was a plain black box. A smile lit her face. Marcus always gave her gifts in a black box. She slid the red bow off and threw the lid to the floor.

Inside laid a red silk scarf. Next to that was a box from Marcus’ favorite jeweler. Carrie lifted the velvet container and raised the lid.

“Oh my,” she exclaimed as her fingers brushed over the jewel-encrusted collar and nipple rings. They matched the diamond-and-ruby engagement ring Marcus had given her.

The last thing in the box was a note written in bold black ink
. Put the new rings on for me Carrie, then the blindfold, and present yourself for me.

She was reaching for the scarf when the door swung open.

“Honey, do you need anything?” Her mother bustled into the room and up to the table. Spotting the jewelry box, she cried out when she saw the gems. “Oh, Carrie, what beautiful earrings.” She closed the lid. “Marcus sure is going to spoil my girl.”

Carrie’s face burned with embarrassment and she stifled a giggle.
Earrings
.

“Mom, I could really use some time alone.” She wrapped an arm around her mother’s waist, hugging her tightly while trying not to seem too eager to push the woman out of the room.

“Of course, dear.” Her mom bent over and kissed her cheek. “I remember getting ready for my wedding to your father.” The older woman sighed blissfully. “All my mother wanted to do was hover like a mama hen and all I wanted to do was sit and daydream about my wedding night.” Her mom looked down at Carrie and blushed a little bit, then gave a naughty smile. “Now, do we have to have a talk about what you should expect on your wedding night?”

Carrie sputtered with laughter. Her mom had no idea what her wedding night would be like. Her mother joined in with her laughter and the two women shared a long moment of affection and joy until, with a final kiss on the cheek, she left her alone. Carrie turned back to the mirror and watched her mother’s reflection leave.

Carefully, she removed the simple gold hoops that had adorned her breasts and replaced them with the diamond-and-ruby ones. The weight of the gems felt delicious. She knelt on the floor in only her white lace panties. Tying the blindfold tightly over her eyes, she waited for Marcus to come to her.

She heard the lock click into place, felt his presence in the small room.

“You know it’s bad luck to see the bride on your wedding day.” Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him standing behind her. Not touching her, just letting his body heat seep into her skin.

“I don’t see you, at least not all of you.” His voice was lazy and deep, a sure sign he wanted something. “I have to have your taste on my tongue as you walk down the aisle, baby. Besides, I wanted to know if you liked your gifts.”

“They’re beautiful.” She laughed again. “My mother saw them and thought they were earrings.” Her laughter trailed off as she felt the collar rub against the back of her neck.

“Mmm. Well, I suppose it’s a good thing she doesn’t know how naughty her daughter really is.” His voice was full of contented amusement and his breath brushed her ear as he knelt down behind her. His hands landed lightly on her shoulders, and his tone turned serious.

“Baby, will you wear my collar? Once I put it on you, you’re mine, forever.”

“Oh, God yes, Marcus. I will wear it always. Besides, I’m already yours forever.”

He rewarded her with a single kiss to the side of her neck and clasped the collar into place. He rose.

“Here,” he said. “I want you on your feet.” He helped her into a standing position and led her to one side of the room.

“Bend over for me, baby,” Marcus commanded. Carrie bent at the waist and her chest hit the back of a velvet chair. “Hands behind your back.”

Excitement caused her pussy to heat and liquid to seep between her thighs as she brought her hands behind her, lacing her fingers together. She sighed as she felt the familiar bindings lacing up from her wrists and ending at her elbows.

He gently lifted her by her arms, guiding her to sit on the chair.

“Baby, you look so good,” he whispered as his hands slid up and down her bare legs. He grabbed a foot and rolled on one delicate silk stocking, securing it to her lacy garter belt. Working slowly, he repeated the process on her other leg.

“I have another gift for you,” he murmured.

Carrie’s body shook with anticipation. She knew now exactly what he was capable of, what they were capable of together. Her lover was insatiable. He hadn’t given her a moment’s peace since they’d become engaged. Not that she was complaining. She loved every bit of the time they spent together.

He nibbled at her shoulders, soothing the marks he left with a slow sweep of his tongue.

She let her head fall back and whispered in a shaky voice, “Remember, strapless gown.”

Marcus growled but moved his attention lower.

She felt the familiar cool kiss of the lube as he rubbed it along her ass, piercing the tight hole hiding there.

When he had her completely ready for him, Marcus kissed her fully on the lips. “Push down for me, baby.”

Carrie pushed her ass down, feeling the burning, and maddening pressure. He slid the slim plug in all the way. It wasn’t uncomfortable but she could definitely feel it. Marcus lifted each of her legs and laid them over the arms of the chair.

“Spread those legs wide for me, baby.”

Her head fell forward as strong, warm fingers dug into the top of her thighs, opening her up to his firm mouth.

God, she was beautiful, Marcus thought as he wiggled his tongue between her plump labia. She was so wet for him. He loved that about her. Carrie was always ready to take him. Hell, no woman had ever kept him so satisfied and so horny all at the same time. He hadn’t thought it possible.

He blew a heated breath between her thighs and she stifled a moan. He liked that throttled sound and went to work to get more. He pushed his fingers along her slit until he found her sweet little clit. Wrapping his lips around it, he suckled it into his mouth.

He would love to buy her still another ring to match her collar, this one attached to her clit. Of course, when he’d made that suggestion she had countered that he should get himself pierced for her as well. He wanted to laugh, because he had rushed out last night to do just that. Sure, it was just one nipple, but hell, it was a start. He’d put a hole through his dick if it would make her happy.

Marcus knew Carrie would get a kick out of playing with his sore chest. She would make him pay for the fact that he hadn’t been able to keep his mouth or fingers away from her nipples as they’d healed.

Smiling wickedly at the thought, he slipped two fingers into her wet passage, sliding up, up, up and back down, timing the thrust of his fingers with the rhythm of his tongue. He knew when Carrie was close, he heard her choked whimpers, felt her legs shake, her body ready to give him her orgasm.

Abruptly he pulled back, and with one unsteady hand he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Setting it against her slit, he plowed into her with one long, sure stroke. They moaned in unison as he grabbed each breast. His fingers and thumbs clamped onto her nipple rings, manipulating them to give his woman the greatest pleasure possible. They’d both been overjoyed when her piercings had healed enough to allow Marcus to play with them a little more roughly. A day didn’t go by when he hadn’t sucked each delightful ring until she was climbing his body, begging him to come inside of her.

She was a match for him in every way. He loved this woman more than life itself and was going to spend the rest of his life proving that fact to her over and over again.

Carrie arched her hips farther, matching him thrust for thrust. Marcus didn’t hold back. He let go of one breast and slid eager fingers down to her hood. Diving beneath it, he rubbed and slid around the sensitive tissue until Carrie was begging.

“Marcus, please, I need to come. I can’t hold back.”

“Then come for me, baby.” The familiar words tore raggedly from him as he bucked into her hard enough to push her to the back of the chair. Her thighs tensed, as did her pussy. Marcus bit down on her shoulder hard as he filled her up with his essence.

Eventually their hearts slowed. He pulled out, stuffing his still-swollen cock back into his tuxedo pants. He didn’t want to leave her but getting her down the aisle took precedence over his greedy cock. He helped her to stand and untied her. Completing the familiar ritual, he rubbed away any traces of the silk rope.

“I have one more present for you.” He stopped her before she could remove the blindfold. “Wait until I’m gone to take this off.” She heard a slight rustle and then he was cupping her cheek in his palm for one last kiss.

“See you in there, baby.”

“Ah, Marcus, aren’t you forgetting something?” She shook her ass in his direction.

He laughed and kissed her cheek. “Nope. Not forgetting anything at all.”

The door had barely latched behind him when she pulled off the silk scarf. There, propped against the mirror, was the painting she’d admired that first weekend they’d spent together. Tucked into one corner of the brushed gold frame was a note.

Without you I am incomplete. From today until forever, I promise to give you this: unconditional love, and as much joy as your heart can hold. Marcus

Carrie felt her eyes overflow and was grateful that she hadn’t yet done her makeup.

* * * * *

The ceremony was stunning in its simplicity. Carrie held tightly to Marcus’ hands as they were pronounced man and wife and blinked away tears at the sheer devotion she saw in his eyes. As his mouth touched hers, sealing their bargain for eternity, she felt a small vibration coming from the forgotten plug. Marcus swallowed her surprised moan, and when they broke the kiss, he laughed.

Carrie gave him a brilliant smile of her own. He was a dead man. When she finally had him alone tonight, he was going to pay dearly for this little surprise. From the moment she’d opened her first present until now, he had teased and tortured her until she wanted nothing more than to find the nearest closet and push Marcus to the floor. His evil grin told her he knew exactly what she was thinking and wouldn’t mind it at all.

He wrapped his arm around her waist as he led her back down the aisle. They still had hours’ worth of reception and pictures to get through before she could have her way with him. But she knew he was more than worth the wait.

* * * * *

In the limo, Marcus dragged his new wife onto his lap. The day couldn’t have been any more perfect. He’d seen his sister, his Meri, come back to the land of the living. He hoped she’d always find happiness in the arms of her dashing Italian. Matty was healthy and in once piece, seeming whole and recovered from his accident, and Marcus had even sensed some strong vibes bouncing around between Matt and his girlfriend Shannon and
Daniel
, strange as it seemed. But the most perfect part of all was sitting in his lap, her arms circling his neck as he cupped her breast.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are today, Mrs. Worthington?”

“Worthington? Marcus, what makes you think I’m taking your name?”

Marcus rolled her underneath him. Her satin dress slithered easily up her body, giving him immediate and complete access to her sweetness. Marcus freed himself and drove into Carrie, filling her in one hard thrust. Her legs widened and she held him tightly to her.

“This,” he growled, driving his hips forward. “This proves you belong to me, Carrie. You wear my collar and my ring, and you’ll wear my name too. The world will always know whose woman you are.”

Slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers. His lips seared hers with the knowledge that he loved her, that he was owned by her as much as she was by him. As he loved his woman, his wife, Marcus remembered that first day, the deal he’d offered her, and he knew that he had been changed forever by Carrie’s answer.

The End