Letting Go of Us (Anchored Hearts Vol. 3) (42 page)

“
Roll over.”

I laid back and rolled to
my stomach. She climbed up my body and sat down on my bare ass. My
rigid cock was pressed into the bed and it was almost
uncomfortable. Her hand reached back between my thighs and grazed
my balls.

“
Shit.”

I felt the smack of the
crop on my shoulder as she barked, “I didn’t give you permission to
talk.”

She was trying so hard and
I found it amusing and hot. She’d definitely be wearing that outfit
more often. She spent some time dragging her nails up and down my
back, ass and legs before she rolled me over. Showing me the
leather cuffs I looked to her eyes knowing what she was asking. I
trusted her and I wanted to give her what she wanted. I spread my
arms up to the headboard and she strapped me in.

My cock was erect and lying
against my belly. She left my legs free and began undressing. When
she was completely nude, only her glasses on, she climbed on to the
bed and stood above me. She began caressing herself as she stared
into my eyes.

“
Do you want to touch me,
slave?”

“
You know I
do.”

Her hand traveled to her
clit before she slipped her finger inside. Pulling it back out, she
brought it to her lips and asked, “Do you want to taste me?” I
groaned as she smiled. She dropped down and kissed my lips. “Can
you taste me or do you need more?”

Growling I demanded,
“More.”

She straddled my face and
lowered herself to within inches of my hungry mouth. When her lips
met with mine, I slowly stroked my tongue over her and sucked on
her clit. She easily lost herself in the sensations, gripping the
headboard with one hand and my hair with the other.

I thought she’d ride me
till she came when she abruptly peeled herself off my face. Sliding
down my body, my cock was in her mouth before I knew what was
happening. She sucked, licked, fucked, stroked, and blew my cock
until I was seconds from blowing my load and she
stopped.

“
Not yet.”

“
Cass…Mistress.”

She smiled at me and
brought her face within inches of mine. “Begging for more? I like
when you beg. You should do it more often.” I groaned, seeking the
warmth of her pussy knowing it was only inches from my dick. “I
love you, slave.”

“
I love you,
Mistress.”

She clutched my cock and
slid down my length, hard. She quivered from the force of it and
began rocking back and forth. I bucked my hips as my hands pulled
on the cuffs.

“
God, I love fucking you,
James. But I need something else from you.”

“
Anything, what is it?” I
pressed up into her again.

“
Admit that
you
won the poker game.”
My eyes bulged as she snickered. She knew and tied me up anyway.
“And that you
wanted
me to tie you up.”

“
I admit it.”

Her hands released one
wrist, her face just above mine as her body still rocked against
me. Just before she released my other hand she switched on me. I
saw it in her eyes.

“
Make me your whore.” My
hand was free.

I fucked her mouth with my
tongue as I flipped her to her back and drove into her. Getting on
my knees, I pressed her legs together as I lifted them in the air
causing her to moan. When she came, her face was pressed against
the mattress as my hand held her hip and the other fingered her
ass. As her climax ended, I grabbed the lube and pulled out of
her.

Slowly, I entered her ass.
When I was fully embedded in her, I pulled her hair back and kissed
her mouth. “Only
my
whore.”

“
Only yours.”

~<>~<>~<>~

It was the morning of the
Masquerade and it happened to fall on Halloween that year. I was a
nervous wreck and trying to hide it. We were headed to the
penthouse so we could get ready there. All my plans had fallen into
place and she was none the wiser.

I sat down with Lena, Aunt
Bev and Cal and Jane. Aunt Bev looked at me, “Are you sure James?
It’s a lot of pressure to put on her, especially when you still
don’t have your memory back.” Jane agreed with her.

“
She’s my wife and I told
her I’m not going anywhere. This is how I intend to prove
it.”

“
If I can interject.” We
all looked to Cal. He and I had become friends and I sensed there
had been some tension between us at some point. “You two have
proven over and over again that you love each other; memory or not.
Take it from me, Cass is a sucker for grand gestures. This is just
that. She’ll love it and she won’t say no.”

A weight was lifted from
me after he said that. Jane then agreed with Cal, “He’s right,
James. I think it’s a lovely idea. I’m just partial to these things
happening behind closed doors, but I think we all know that.” We
all chuckled at the travesty that was Cal’s first proposal. Before
we could all start thinking about the horrible events that
immediately followed said proposal, Lena had an idea.

“
Why don’t we request
everyone to where black, or dark formal colors?”

“
I want her in a wedding
dress. She deserves that moment.”

We all began to brainstorm
ideas and eventually settled on the one we thought best.

“
Are you ok? You look
stressed.” She reached over and ran her hand over my
thigh.

I smiled, “Nah, I’m good.
Just house stuff.”

“
Ok. Anything I can help
with?” Her phone then started chiming and I insisted she deal with
work things.

After hours of final
preparation in the ball room, she made her way back up to the
penthouse. She was in the shower when Lena showed up to do her
hair.

“
Everyone’s here. We’re
all set. She didn’t freak out about the dress?”

I shook my head. “No, I
told her not to worry about it.”

Lena giggled, “I wish I
could’ve seen the look on her face when she saw it wasn’t the black
dress, but a white one instead. Your idea to have Frida duplicate
the black one in white was brilliant.”

“
Thanks.”

“
James? Is Lena here
yet?”

I winked at Lena and
shouted up the stairs, “Yup, she just got here. Listen. There’s a
problem with the house so I need to go make some phone calls. Enjoy
your girl time. I’ll see you down there.”

“
Ok.”

I looked to Lena and
threatened her, “Don’t you dare let anything slip!”

“
Stop worrying about me.
Let me go get your bride ready.”

~ CASSIDY ~

I stood in front of the
mirror as Lena put the finishing touches on her hair. I heard
Delaney yell up the stairs and told them we were in the bedroom.
Delaney and Jane came walking into the bedroom, both wearing dark
red ball gowns that matched. I looked at both of them and they
laughed.

Jane said, “Apparently we
have the same taste.”

“
And you don’t follow
instructions. That’s not black or white. Your mom is going to have
my head.”

“
Oh, don’t worry about
her. I’ll handle her.”

I rolled my eyes and looked
at the white ball gown that hung on the door. Delaney took a few
pictures as I told her to knock it off. “It’s bad enough I’ll
probably stick out like a sore thumb.”

“
Why would you stick out
like a sore thumb? That dress is gorgeous.”

I groaned, “Yeah and its
white. Everyone else is going to be in black or RED. You guys
suck.” I turned to Lena and asked, “Where’s your dress? Did you go
with the black one?”

“
Umm.”

“
Lena!”

“
It’s red,
too.”

Before I could freak out,
Delaney handed me a glass of champagne. I didn’t question where it
came from and quickly downed it. Lena got a phone call and seemed
panicked. She assured me that everything was fine, but that I was
needed in the ball room immediately.

We got my dress on and
Delaney offered to come with me. I told Lena to take her time
getting her dress on. Jane stayed back with Lena to help her with
the zipper. The lobby was eerily quiet as the elevator doors
opened. Guests should’ve been arriving in droves and I voiced my
concern to Delaney.

“
Don’t worry. They’ll be
here.”

The caterer ran over to me
and started talking in circles about one of the dinner entrees and
I made my way to the kitchen with him. Several minutes later I
walked back to the hallway to find Delaney gone. Loud music was
blaring from the ballroom and it wasn’t what I’d discussed with the
DJ at all. I barreled through the ball room doors and made it about
fifteen feet into the room before I became paralyzed.

Marry You
by Bruno Mars
was blaring overhead. What the hell was going on?
I spotted my Dad, what was he doing here? He’d told me that he and
Lisa couldn’t make it. Next to him was my uncle and some cousins of
mine. My heart started racing as I looked around in a panic. Cal
walked up to me, kissed my cheek and handed me a red peony and
walked away without saying a word. Then Smith did the same and then
Jackson, my father-in-law.

My eyes found him in the
middle of the room. His hair was down and he looked amazing in his
tuxedo. He was all alone and my father walked over to me and handed
me another large red peony. He placed his hand on the small of my
back and kissed my cheek.

“
I think James has
something he wants to ask you.”

Before I could say
anything, he gently pushed me toward James. I stood there for a
moment and looked around the room. I knew what this was, at least I
thought I knew. He had turned the masquerade into a wedding
reception for us. His hand reached for mine as I slowly approached
him.

“
James, how did you do
this?”

He shook his head, “Can’t
you just be quiet and let me talk?” I pressed my lips together as I
held back a chuckle. “I didn’t give you the wedding you deserved,
the ring or the proposal. I’m sorry for that. Will you dance with
me?”

“
Of course.”

He wrapped his arms around
me as
Marry Me
by Jason Derulo
began playing. We were the only ones dancing and
it felt how a first dance should feel. I noticed a photographer
taking pictures, a videographer filming and friends flashing their
own cameras. I would never forget that moment. Pulling back I
looked into his eyes.

Whispering, “Always, only,
forever, you.”

He kissed me and said,
“Only you.”

I chuckled as he spun me
around and pulled me back tight against him and sang the last few
lines of the song to me. When the song ended, silence filled the
room. I looked around nervously and then saw as he pulled a small
box out of his pocket and got down on one knee.

“
Oh, James.” My hand
covered my mouth and then my chest as I fingered my blackbird
necklace.

He opened the box and a
gorgeous vintage engagement ring stared at me. “I’m pretty sure I
fell in love with you the first time I saw you sitting in my bar. I
fell again when you walked into my office last October. I fell yet
again at the carnival. You’ve stuck by my side when I deserved it
the least. I can’t live without you. You’re my sun and stars, my
heart and soul, my forever. Only you. Cassidy Arianna Benedict,
will you marry me, again?”

“
Yes, of course I will.”
He slipped the ring on my finger and it fit perfectly.

A large applause filled the
room around us, but I was solely focused on him. He stood and
molded his lips to mine before yelling, “She said yes!” Giggling at
him, he kissed me again. When our lips separated he said, “Judge
Mathis is here. He’s waiting.”

“
What?”

“
We’re getting married. I
picked your bridesmaids,” he pointed to Jane, Delaney and Lena who
were all wearing matching red dresses, “I hope that’s
ok.”

I shook my head at all
three of them. “You guys are unbelievable.” Looking back to James I
said, “Its perfect.”

“
The chapel is setup
outside. I’m sorry it’s so cold, I wasn’t expecting it.”

“
Stop. It’s
perfect.”

Stepping into the hallway,
the guests were all directed to the outdoor chapel. My father and
bridesmaids hovered around me as I began scolding them all. “Who
are the groomsmen?”

Before they could answer, I
saw Paul with Cal and Smith. They were also wearing matching
tuxedos. I stepped away from them and toward Paul. He smiled and we
hugged. I couldn’t believe he was there, let alone a
groomsman.

“
You didn’t have to do
this.”

He shook his head, “I was
honored to be asked. Everything is how it’s supposed to be.” He
hugged me again and then Lena asked me who I wanted the girls to
walk down the aisle with.