Page 59 of Like the Season
Caleb smiled and dropped to his knees in front of Boyd. “You have been through the wringer the past couple of months with me,” Boyd said. “I’ve asked more of you than anyone has a right to, and you’ve kept saying yes to me. As your Dominant, you’ve made me proud. As your Daddy, you’ve always kept me on my toes. But as your Master, you’ve made me weak in the knees and challenge me to be a better man, the best man I can be, someone you can be proud of and want to keep serving. It’s one thing to marry someone, but it’s another to ask that person to give themselves wholly to you. And that’s what I’m asking of you—to be my slave.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, and I know it won’t always be easy. I can’t promise I won’t screw up, because I’m the first to admit I’m not perfect. But I do promise to put your needs before mine, that you are the only person I want sharing my life and my bed, that I will never betray your trust, and I will always have your back. But if you want that, you need to say it in front of everyone before we take our wedding vows. Because your ring is also your collar, just like my ring will be my statement to the world that you own my heart and I belong to you, too.”
Caleb blinked back tears. “You already own me, Sir. I want to be yours, and I want you to be my Sir, my Daddy, my Master—mine. I’m proud to be owned by you because I’m proud knowing you want me just the way I am, and I love you and everything we have together. I’ll gladly be your slave.”
Boyd helped him stand, and this was where Loren took over.
“We’re gathered together to join these two men as husbands.” Then she threw in a line Boyd wasn’t expecting. “Who gives these men away?”
“I do—they’re my dads, and I’ll fight a bitch who says they aren’t,” Ella called out with a playful grin, earning laughs from everyone in attendance.
Loren softly snorted, and Boyd was really struggling to blink back tears as he stared into Caleb’s eyes.
“Love is patient and kind,” Loren continued, “although sadists are given a situational exemption for wanton meanness of the BDSM kind.”
“Damn right they are,” Gilo called out, drawing more laughs from the crowd.
“Before friends and family,” Loren continued, “you have pledged to each other to be Master and slave, but there is more to be said in the eyes of the law…”
Boyd focused on Caleb, on his sweet green gaze, on the way he smiled and kept blinking back his own tears as she led them through their vows and exchanging rings.
“By the power vested in me by the State of Florida, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss your boy.”
Boyd tipped him back for a long, deep kiss he knew would leave zero doubt in anyone’s mind how he felt about Caleb, if there were still any doubts floating around.
When he finally let Caleb stand, the man wobbled a little on his feet with a sweet smile on his face.
“I present to you Boyd and Caleb Nyberg,” Loren announced, as Boyd had asked her to.
If he thought Caleb’s smile was happy before, the man positively beamed now. He rose up on his toes for another kiss as the crowd applauded and hooted their approval.
“Love you, Daddy,” he whispered.
Boyd smiled. “Love you, too, boy.”
