Deliciously Dominated Ch. 06

Chapter Six

Putting it All Together

A few months later, Brittany opened the door to my office and peeked in. "Master," she said as she entered and knelt by my desk, facing me.

"Yes, pet?" I asked. This was interesting. She hadn't knelt for me outside of play since the morning after that night in my basement.

"May I ask you a question, Master?" she asked.

"Sure, pet," I said, looking more and more interested.

"Do you... love me... Master?" she asked, looking fearful and anxious as she looked at the floor.

I turned to face her, giving her all my attention. "Where is this coming from?" I asked, confused.

"I..." She nibbled on her bottom lip. "I just..." She took a deep breath and let it out in a slow sigh. "I love Jules," she began. "And... I... love you." Her lower lip was quivering now. "And I just... wanted to know if you felt the same way."

By way of answer, I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a large, flat box, and handed it to her. "Open it, pet," I said as I knelt on the floor in front of her.

She looked up at me with a mix of hope and trepidation as with shaking fingers, she pulled the lid off the box and looked inside. Her eyes went wide and filled with tears as one hand shot up to cover her mouth. "Really, Master?" she asked in a choked whisper.

"I've had that for a couple of weeks now," I said with a warm smile. "I've just been waiting for the right moment to ask you. Yes, I do love you, my beautiful pet," I said as I cupped her cheek with one hand. "Will you wear my collar?"

"Oh, yes, Master!" she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around my neck and showered my face with kisses. Then, she pulled back and looked at me with a guarded expression. "On one condition," she said, raising her index finger as the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. She poked me lightly on the nose. "You get this taken care of." She winked at me.

My eyebrows rose a fraction. "Why, pet," I said as my hand went to my chest in mock offense. "Are you saying I'm ugly?"

She giggled. "Far from it, Master," she replied then got serious. "But I've heard the noises you make when you're sleeping. That can't be healthy."

"You've been talking to Jess, haven't you?" I grumbled.

"Yes, Master," she replied. Cupping my cheek, she leaned down and kissed me. "And she's right, Master. If you keep on like this eventually your body is going to start developing some serious medical issues."

"I've tried, pet," I retorted. "They say there's not much they can do."

"That was years ago, Master," she replied gently. "The advancements made to plastic surgery have grown by leaps and bounds within the last couple of years alone."

I sighed. "Fine," I agreed. "If it will get you two off of my back about it, I'll make an appointment with Bill and see what he says."

"Yay!!" she threw her hands up in triumph and hugged me again, kissing me.

"It's not just them two, Daddy," Jules said, coming into my office. "Riley and I would like to get some sleep, too, when we spend the night with you, you know. Your snores are loud enough to wake the dead!"

"Not you, too!?" I exclaimed with humor. "I'm glad you're here, though," I said, changing the subject as I reached in my still open drawer for another, much smaller box. "Would you come over here for a moment?" I asked her, motioning to my side behind my desk.

She hesitated for a moment, then moved to where I requested. "Yes, Daddy?" she said as she started to kneel but I stopped her. I raised to kneel on one knee before her and her eyes almost popped out of her head.

"You have worn my collar for years now," I said, taking her hand with my free hand. "Without ever a collaring ceremony or any official declaration you have stood beside me for all of these years. You are my rock and my foundation to build a life upon. You keep me grounded when I'm ready to fly off the handle. You keep me stationary when all I want to do is run head-long into battle. You love me and stand beside me in spite of all my faults. You are my submissive, but you are so, so much more. Instead of just wearing my collar, will you also wear my ring? Will you be my wife for the rest of our lives?" I opened the box before her and her eyes lit up at the ring inside. "Julia Elizabeth Rhoades, will you marry me?"

Her hands went to her mouth as she inhaled a gasp. Tears immediately formed and fell from her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. "Yes," she croaked a whisper. Then more forcefully as she fell down upon me with her arms hugging my neck so hard she practically choked me out. "Yes! Oh, Kaden, I thought you'd never ask! Yes, a thousand times, yes!!" She kissed me, then, and I kissed her. For that brief moment, the world stood still and only the two of us existed. I briefly registered my door opening, closing, and the lock clicking into place.

Jules and I were in our own little world. We made love right there on the floor of my office. We were inseparable from that moment on. She moved in with me that weekend and all the girls showed up to help.

Six months later, we exchanged our vows in front of family and friends. Judge McKinley and his wife were there and gave us a hefty wedding gift.

"You're taking good care of my granddaughter, Kaden," he had said as he approached us during the reception. "I know she's been spending most of her time over at your house so I wanted to give you two something that would benefit her as well."

"Uh, thank you, Judge," I said, dumbfounded. "But, this is honestly too much."

"No it's not," Jules said quickly, cutting in. "Britt and I will get more use out of it than he will, your honor. Trust me." She gave Brittany a knowing wink.

"Us, too!" Riley chimed in as she and Jess found their way over to us, hand in hand. I kissed them both before turning back to the old man.

"Yeah, but," I protested. "This might as well be a big ass kitchen in the backyard!"

"That's why it's called a backyard kitchen, Cross," the old man said, chuckling.

"Yeah... but... I..." I spluttered.

Judge McKinley put a comforting hand on my shoulder and guided me away from the girls to a semi-private area. "Listen," he said, lowering his voice. "I don't pretend to understand what's going on under your roof, Kaden, but you've done an outstanding job of helping my girl get her life turned around. From what she tells me, she's head over heels in love with the both of you."

"Well, sir," I replied. "We're pretty fond of her as well."

"Which leads me to my next question," he said, sounding more stern. There's the Judge McKinley I know. "She told me about some ceremony happening after your honeymoon. Are you planning on her moving in with you?"

I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it. Well, this is awkward. How do I tell my favorite judge that his favorite granddaughter is my slave and I tie her up and do illicitly naughty things to her in my basement? Wait, he didn't ask that, though.

"Your honor," I started to say. "Jules and I are very fond of Brittany. Not only do we care about her and want what's best for her, we're more than willing to go to whatever lengths necessary to make sure she's treated with the utmost respect."

He gave me a speculative look. "Polygamy is not legal in the state of Texas, Kaden," he said. Was that a faint smile at the corners of his lips?

"Your Honor?" I said with a questioning cock of my eyebrow.

He laughed a big belly laugh. "Oh, son," he said through his mirth, "Nancy and I frequented our fair share of key parties bank in the day." My eyebrows shot up my forehead. "I'm not as innocent as all that. Yes, my little princess told me about you mentioning that to her. Just take good care of her, will ya?"

That was an easy request to agree to. "I will, sir," I told him.

"Best not to mention this conversation to her, though," he said conspiratorially.

"Mums the word, Judge," I said with a wink as we approached where the girls stood.

"So, am I going to get an invitation to this ceremony?" the old man asked.

"I'll get you one as soon as I get them back from the printer, Poppy," Brittany said.

"Er, that might not be a good idea," I said to the two of them.

"Why not?" they both replied in unison, confused.

I leaned into Brittany's ear and whispered, "You realize you'll be naked during the ceremony, right?"

Her eyes about popped out of her head. "Uh, no, sorry, Poppy," she quickly stammered. "This is... I mean... I don't think..."

"You're of course invited to the after-party, your honor," I cut in to rescue Brittany from embarrassment.

Judge McKinley gave me a look that said [What the hell?] and I inconspicuously took my keys out of my pocket, hefting them for a moment, then replaced them. He seemed to get the hint even if he didn't understand. "I'll, uh, look forward to the after-party invitation, then, princess," he replied with a smile for his granddaughter.

"I believe it's about time for our first dance, my love," I said, changing the subject as I looked at Jules and took her hand. "Shall we?" She grinned and followed me to the dance floor.

We could have danced to any number of the plethora of love songs typically heard at weddings all over the world. Jules and I, however, are not your typical couple. We approached the middle of the floor and held each other close as if we were going to slow dance. When the music started playing, however, we moved in tandem away from each other but matched our movements perfectly. We practiced almost every day for months, away from prying eyes. The crowd went wild as the first line of the song blasted out over the speakers. "It's not unusual to be loved by you." Yes, Jules and I did The Carlton, mimicking Alfonso Ribeira and Witney Carson's choreography on Dancing with the Stars.

We spent our honeymoon in Cancun at the Waldorf Astoria Resort. While we took in some of the sights, we spent most of our time in our room. The last night before we flew back home found ourselves making love under the stars on the balcony overlooking the beach. She was riding me reverse cowgirl as I lay back on one of the patio chairs. She leaned her back against my chest and I began to slide slowly in and out of her. "It's so beautiful here, Daddy," she said in a moaning whisper.

"That it is, my love," I replied breathily as my hands slid up her taut belly to softly grip her breasts.

Her hands came around behind her to grip my head as her body spasmed. "Mmmm," she moaned, pressing her face to the side of mine as she orgasmed.

"Oh, yeah," I groaned as I released inside her.

We relaxed into each other then, catching our breaths and enjoying the feel of skin against skin. Her head was resting on my shoulder and she turned to kiss me. I entwined my tongue with hers as I groaned in pleasure at her scent and flavor. "Can we stay?" she asked in a breathy whisper as she pulled away from my lips but kept her face close to mine.

I chuckled softly and smiled. "I wish we could, love," I replied softly. "But, no. We have a life back in Dallas and three other women who would miss us terribly."

"They could move here with us," she countered playfully. "I'm sure Riley would love it here and Jess could help with the locals' medical needs."

"And Britt?" I asked with a cocked eyebrow as I pulled back to look up at her.

She giggled. "We could put her on a leash and use her as a sideshow attraction," she said.

I playfully slapped her belly. "Not nice, love," I said but chuckled as well.

She sighed then and melted further into me. Her pussy clenched around my cock for a moment and she whispered, "Thank you, Kaden. I love you so much."

"Your welcome, my love," I replied. "I love you, too."

The trio of gorgeous women met us at the airport when our plane landed in DFW. We shared hugs and kisses all around and I couldn't help but notice the awkward stares and disgusted looks we got when Jules and I mouth-fucked the three with our tongues. We didn't care, though, because we missed them terribly. Arriving back home, I couldn't help but notice that no small amount of redecorating had taken place.

"Uh, Jess?" I called to the dark-haired doctor.

"Yes, Master?" she said, rounding the corner from the living room.

"Why is your doctorate displayed in my hallway?" I asked, confused as I pointed at it.

"Well, Master, shouldn't the occupants of the home be allowed to show off their accomplishments?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

My eyebrows shot up into my hairline. "Seriously??" I asked.

I heard giggles behind me and Jules and Britt were grinning. "Ugh! Can someone come up here and help me with this!?" Riley called from upstairs.

I ran up the stairs, taking two at a time, and stopped in my tracks when I got to the first bedroom. "Ri?" I asked. "What's going on?"

"Oh, hi Daddy," she said nonchalantly. "I just need some help with this examination table."

I looked at Jess and she was grinning behind me. She moved into the room and together, she and Riley adjusted the examination table to where Jess wanted it. "Okay, I'm thoroughly confused," I said. "You two finally decided to move in?"

They looked at me and answered in unison. "Obviously."

The way they were mentally in sync sometimes was jarring. "But, I mean..." I was speechless; happy, ecstatic, even, but still speechless.

"That's not all, Master," Brittany said as she motioned me toward another door. I looked inside and saw all of her stuff piled in the room.

"You, too?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Ladies," Jules called from the hall and the other three women poked their heads out of their rooms. "I think Daddy is a bit overwhelmed. Y'all want to help me give him a little bit of TLC?"

Brittany took me by the hand and she and Jules led me to my room with Riley and Jess following close behind.

Two days later, among a select few friends, Brittany knelt before me in my basement, naked as the day she was born. Bill Black, a good friend of ours and fellow Dom headed up the ceremony. It was a short affair, shorter than the wedding even, that pretty much just included mine and Brittany's vows to each other as Master and slave. At the end of the ceremony, I clasped Brittany's collar around her neck, locking it into place. It was a simple pink leather collar with a solid gold heart charm attached to the D-ring in the front. It looked exactly like the other girls' collars except Jules' was purple, Jess' was black and Riley's was red.

The public consummation, as it were, immediately followed and Brittany agreed to a slightly altered repeat of the inspection scene we performed the first night she was down in my basement. The few people that weren't in my little harem, as it were, went back upstairs before the actual sex began. Finishing up, I scooped my new little slave up in my arms, had the girls drape a blanket over her, and took her upstairs to get cleaned up.

The after-party started a couple of hours later and, true to his word, Judge McKinley showed up. This time, his wife decided to stay home. Bill bid me make a toast and I stood and raised my glass. I looked to my left where Jules sat with Riley and Jess on the other side of her. I looked to my right and smiled lovingly down at Brittany, who was kneeling next to me.

"Thank you all for coming," I began. "I'm not that great at speeches unless I'm in front of a jury," Everyone laughed, "so I'll just quote Josiah Gilbert Holland who said, 'The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart.' The fact that I've got four, I guess makes me richer than Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerburg, and Jeff Bezos combined." I paused for a moment before continuing as I looked at Judge McKinley.

"A great man reminded me a few weeks ago that polygamy is illegal in the state of Texas, but nowhere that I can find does it say that loving more than one woman is a crime. Your Honor, I love Brittany very much. Just as much as I love Julie, Jessica, and Riley. I couldn't ask for a better, more intelligent, and beautiful group of women to share my heart... and my bed," I said with a mischievous wink to the room.

The room erupted into laughter again as I took a drink and sat down. A chorus of "Hear, hear!" went around the room as everyone took a drink.

Slowly but surely our lives settled into a comfortable rhythm. The novelty of having and loving four unique women eventually wore off and we kind of progressed from there. And, as life is wont to do, I received another shock I didn't expect. It was a Saturday afternoon and the girls and I had just finished lunch. We were about to settle in to watch a movie when the doorbell rang.

"Are you expecting someone?" I asked the women.

"No, Master," Jess said and the others indicated that they weren't either.

"I'll get it, Daddy," Jules said, coming into the den to hand me a beer. "OH MY GOD!" she exclaimed from the foyer. "DADDY, COME QUICK!!"

I bolted out of my chair, tossing Brittany on the couch as I ran to the front door. I pulled up short as I saw her. She was haggard and malnourished. Her clothes hung off of her frail body like a baggy burlap sack, but it was unmistakably my Rebecca. "Becca?" I asked, confused, as I took a tentative step toward her.

She was breathing heavily and she stumbled as she went to take a step toward me. "Ka-" was all she got out before she collapsed in my arms. She was so skinny she felt light as a feather as I picked her up. "Wait," she mumbled groggily as I turned to bring her inside.

"EY!" Our heads shot up to look at a man in a white SUV parked on the street in front of my house. "What about the kids!?" he called.

Jess and Riley rushed to the man's car to ask what he was talking about. "What kids?" Jess asked.

I tuned out that conversation as I looked down at a very weak Rebecca Sanders in my arms. "Becca?" I asked again.

"Your kids," she whispered. She was so frail and weak.

"M-my... kids?" I asked in a daze.

Becca held out her arm toward the man's SUV. She wasn't pointing, however. She was beckoning. I looked in that direction and saw, to my amazement, a boy and a girl being gently ushered our way by Riley and Jess. They were both blonde-haired and blue-eyed and about five years old. I was shocked to recognize some of the features on their faces were mine. The kids looked better than their mother did, although not by much. Still, they were in better spirits and seemed to take to Jess and Riley fairly well. I looked back down at Becca and she looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Kaden," she whispered weakly.

"Shh," I shushed her as I kissed her forehead. "Let's get you inside so Jess can have a look at you," I said with a lump in my throat as I carried her inside. "You're home, now." At those words, she sighed in what I took to be absolute relief as she melted into me and fell into unconsciousness.

I lay her on the couch and knelt next to her, my eyes brimming with tears. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the little boy tug on Jess' hand. She bent down and he whispered into her ear. She smiled as she straightened up to look at me. "Yes, sweetheart, you can go introduce yourself to your daddy," she said, her own eyes threatening to spill forth tears.

I turned to the boy as he timidly approached me. "Hi, daddy," he said uncertainly. "My name is Kaden."

I smiled as I wiped the snot from my nose and tears from my eyes. I gave him a gentle smile. "Kaden, huh?" I said. "That's my name."

He nodded. "I know, daddy. Kaden Michael Cross. I'm Kaden Michael Cross, Junior," he said proudly and I laughed.

"Well it's very nice to meet you, Kaden Michael Cross, Junior," I said with a smile.

He pointed to his sister who was hiding shyly behind Riley's leg. "And That's Krystal Marie Cross," he boasted proudly. "She's my twin sister."

"She is, huh?" I said with a smile. I waved at Krystal. "Hi, Krystal," I said.