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Micca heard me, and she turned from Matty’s hug to hold her hand out for Davy, who went to his knees and kissed her ring without hesitation. I touched his head to be certain he stayed on his knees, and I bent Micca backwards and kissed her, opening her mouth as we went. I’m used to her not submitting to mykisses, battling me rather than acquiescing, and I wouldn’t want her any other way.
Davy was out of his chastity device, and when Micca ordered him to stand a few minutes after the kiss, she stroked his cock through his pants until it went hard while she bent him back and kissed him.
Razor shook my hand and congratulated me, and then pulled Micca into a hug. “I couldn’t be happier for you. A partner and a slave, who’d have thought? They’re both perfect for you, though. Exactly what you need.”
“Thank you. I learned how to Top people from watching you. Loving and strict. I got the details from Bran, of course, but it’s you who showed me how to combine love with the whole thing.”
He grinned. “I told you from the beginning we were sharing custody of Matty. He’ll always be your best friend, and you’ll always be welcome in our home.”
And that’s when it dawned on her that marrying me meant moving in with me. She looked to me, her eyes big, and I told her, “We’ll figure it out. I can keep paying the rent on your apartment if you want to have it available so your bear still has her own woods. You can keep enough of your things there so we can all stay there sometimes. No pressure.”
The vast majority of her clothes were now in her closet at the Beast Castle. Honestly, she’d been living with me for nearly a year, she just had another place she went about once a week.
“I told Matty I built that apartment for you,” Razor told her, “and it’s yours as long as you need it. I know he told you what I said, because he told me he was going to.”
She nodded. “He did, and thank you. As Will said, we’ll figure it out.”
When our time on the platform was up, we went down to a table I’d reserved, where they brought us the items Kyleigh had preordered — champagne, gougères, and other finger foods. I’dfed Davy gougères on our very first date and he’d loved them, so anytime they were on a menu, I ordered them for him, and Kyleigh knew to as well.
It was a little like coming full circle with them, from first date to proposal.
Chapter 39
Davy
Could life get any better? I couldn’t imagine how it might.
When we finished eating, Master took Sir back out on the dance floor, and since Razor wouldn’t dance with Matty, my friend dragged me out on the dance floor with him. I’d have much preferred people-watching with Razor, but Matty wouldn’t hear it.
For a sub, he can be damned bossy sometimes.
Eventually, we made our way back to the limo, and I asked, “Can we see the Eiffel Tower at night? And Notre Dame? Oh! Isn’t there, like, a red light district!?”
Panda drove us by the first two, but told us they hadn’t planned for a walk through the red light district. Master could’ve insisted, but he didn’t, so I let it go.
And the places Panda took us to see things lit up were incredible. We got out and did a five-person selfie with the Eiffel Tower behind us, and Panda drove around the Arc de Triomphe a couple of times for us, which was fun. We’d seen these places during the day, but I was glad we got to see them all lit up at night, too.
And then it was time for us to go to the airport. Our plane left a little after three in the morning and arrived in New York a little before six in the morning. We had a fancy breakfast on top of a skyscraper in Manhattan, drove by Times Square, saw a little of Central Park, and then drove to a small airport in New Jersey,where Heather flew in shortly after we arrived, and she flew us home.
We all had to be at work Monday. Well, all of us except Will, who lives a life of luxury when he isn’t on tour.
Sometimes, I feel a little guilty about going to work and leaving him when he doesn’t have a whole lot planned, but then other days he works round the clock, and I’m glad I have my own life outside the Beast Castle.
One of the things I’ve learned about Master is that he doesn’t like long flights. At all. He usually needs a couple of days to recover, but we hit the ground running when we arrived in Paris. So, when we got home, after two trips over the Atlantic pretty much back-to-back, Master went to bed and crashed hard.
I thought we’d have lots of sex to celebrate, and I figured we would eventually, but not yet.
“I’m tired,” I told Sir, “But I slept on the plane, both planes, so I’m not terribly sleepy.”
“Same. You’re behind on your workout schedule. I’ll work out with you.”
I groaned, and she ran her hand down my naked dick and then held it in her hand while she told me, “You’ll feel better, and I’ll get all horny, watching your abs and adonis belt, so we’ll fuck, and then we’ll sleep.”
Okay, when she put it like that, maybe working out didn’t sound so bad.
Also, Ghost had shown me stuff to do on the heavy bag, and Micca makes me go through the routine Ghost set up for me. She critiques my form even worse than Ghost does, but it’s helpful.
This evening, though, she got one of the canes Master keeps in an umbrella stand in the corner, and popped me on the ass when she didn’t like my form.
