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I used various suction cups on her clit while Davy ate her out, pushing her to her limits over and over, watching her come unglued so many times, I lost count.

When we finished, everyone put our clothes back on and the three of us took the tent down together.

I had some reading I needed to do before a big meeting the next day, so I put Davy standing in a corner of my office while I did my reading because Micca wanted to call into Drake and get an update on the kidnapping victim. Fifteen minutes into my reading, Micca came to get Davy. Later, I found out she had him paint her toenails and fingernails while wearing a plug lubed with the special cinnamon oil.

Later, while he was down in the playroom setting up for an involved waxing session, I told Micca, “I’m debating how much longer to keep the boot camp going. Originally, I thought ten to twelve days since he’d be at work during the week, but I’m second-guessing myself now. Maybe two weekends with the evenings between is long enough.”

She shook her head. “He’s both miserable and fulfilled, and I think that’s healthy for him in the long run. Based on what you told me, he wasn’t fulfilled while you were so busy. You’re still just as busy, but you're making time for him. The fifteen minutes in the morning is huge, I think. Let’s go with your originaltwo weeks.” She reconsidered. “Or maybe twelve days. An even dozen.”

I nodded. That took us up to two days before the wedding. The day before we left for the resort.

Chapter 45

Micca

I hadn’t considered that Bran would be expecting an invitation to my wedding, but when Aaron gave me a heads up about it, I paid a special supernatural courier to hand deliver one with all the necessary pomp and circumstance within hours. Some people you never, ever, want to slight, and Bran fell into that category.

I added a handwritten note that it was a sunset wedding, and I knew he likely couldn’t be outside for that part of it, but I hoped he could find a way to attend so he could join us for the reception, and possibly the evening hours the rest of the weekend.

Early Friday, we rode to the lodge in a Drake helicopter with Nathan driving or piloting or whatever you call it. It was a beautiful day, and Saturday night promised to be the ideal weather for a wedding. Tonight was a fancy dinner inside followed by wine, cheese, and other snacks on the sunset lawn two hours later. A laidback evening with friends, and I was looking forward to it.

Drake was handling security, so we knew there’d be no wedding crashers. As far as we knew, none of the gossipmongers had a clue, but just in case, there was security at the gate and on the perimeter.

I’d visited the lodge once, flown in by Heather on a slower helicopter, though it was still a whole lot faster than driving.The facilities were exceptional in every way, and I was beyond excited about our weekend,andour honeymoon. The first week on a private BDSM island, where Davy could be naked everywhere, even in the restaurants. He could even be bound and flogged in most public places, if we wanted.

And then a regular honeymoon on a different Caribbean Island, relaxing on the beach in between rounds of sex.

Then the rest of the planet. And yes, we were starting in Europe and ending in Hawaii, with dozens of stops between. I couldn’t wait.

But first, our wedding weekend.

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Davy

My dick was free, boot camp was over, and I’d never been more in love with my two Masters. The lodge’s master suite was huge, and there were windowseverywhereshowing us the incredible views. We were on the top floor, though, so Master felt it would be fine for me to be naked in our suite.

We hadn’t had sex in a week. None of us. So even though my cock cage had been off for two days, I hadn’t had an orgasm in twenty-three days.

Master had changed his will and let us read it. If something happened to him, Micca and I would own all the songs he released as himself, while the Mythic Beast band members would control all the work they’d released as a band, though Davy and I would get a quarter of any future royalties.

Technically, Micca and I would own a fifty-fifty share of a corporation that owned all his original work, the Beast Castle, all his cars, and a variety of other things. He’d also leave both of us a hundred million dollars. The band members would get all the equipment in the practice room and recording studio, and there was a note that he hoped we would let them live in the mansionas long as they wished, but if they needed to go, there were things they could take with them.

He'd done that a month earlier, long before the wedding, but it was on my mind this morning because it once again struck me how hard he’d worked to be fair. He’d leave Angie, his house manager, two million dollars. And he’d been clear that, whatever funds were left over after everyone got their share, half went to the RTMC’s pet charity, a women and children’s shelter, some went to Sam Levi’s charity, where she goes around the country training the people who teach women her basic self-defense techniques, and the rest was divided into his other pet charities, including a scholarship fund for any child who goes to his old high school with a GPA of at least three point five. He’d been doing that one for years, and he made sure there was enough money for it to continue. What I didn’t know, however, was that he’d started the same thing at my old high school, but in my name instead of his, and I was touched.

How long had Master spent thinking the changes to his will through and talking to his lawyers? I had no idea, but I wanted to cry on this Saturday morning, thinking of how thoughtful my Master is.

“What’s wrong, Davy?” Micca asked, her arms coming around me from behind since I was between my Masters this morning.

I shook my head because nothing was wrong, but I had to answer her honestly, so I told her, “Nothing’s wrong, Sir, I’m just thinking of Master’s will, and how thoughtful and fair he was. Beyond fair, actually. He’s that way with everything, isn’t he? Thoughtful, caring. Just an all-around good person.”

“I’m still alive, you know, and I can hear you.” He was turned away from me, and he rolled over and held me as well. “No thinking of me dead on our wedding day, and that’s an order. I’m fine, and I’m going to be fine. I let the two of you read the will soyou’ll know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you’ll both be okay no matter what.” He gave me a quick peck on the lips. “And that, while our government will only let me marry one of you, and while one of you is my partner and the other is my slave, I don’t love one of you more than the other. Different, yes, like grapes and broccoli, but I don’t love one of you more.”

He'd explained the grapes and broccoli thing before. His favorite fruit and his favorite vegetable. Both are important in his life for different reasons. Sometimes he prefers one over the other, but he values both in his life exactly the same.

In fact, Micca had both available as finger foods at the reception because Matty had been so big on being symbolic with as much as possible. The three masks we’d worn when Master had proposed to Sir had been put together in a pretty little display and then recreated a couple dozen times in different sizes, so they were all over the reception hall, an image had been on the invitations, and several were on the railing lining the area where the wedding ceremony would be, outside, with amazing views all around us.

Also, Master had once told us about this apple stack cake dessert his mom had made when he was growing up, and I researched it and found out it’s actually called an apple stack cake. I’d watched some YouTube videos about it, and I’d made it for Master. He’d gotten so emotional I thought I’d fucked up, but he’d hugged me and thanked me through his tears. I made it for him now when I thought he needed comfort food, and it no longer made him super-emotional, so Micca had one of them for the reception food, too. Well, two, actually. The second would be brought out when the three of us were ready to eat, to make sure there would be some for Master if the first one was eaten before we got around to the food.

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