Page 74 of The Golden Handcuffs
Kage recalled how wobble-legged Finley had been when he’d taken him to their private room at the club after work.
“I’m happy Hugh and Brendan’s party will be the first you’ll organise,” Kage said as he nuzzled Finley’s neck. “Some people need more time, but these two have waited long enough for Brendan to want a collar.”
“It’s shit that their ceremony had to be cancelled due to the pandemic, but I’m working with them on something special. Since we’ll be officiating their collaring and vows exchange at the club, they want a wedding party for the family the day after. I’m making notes of the things that won’t work for us, but they might like, so once it comes to planning theirs, I’ll have the necessary info.” Finley pointed to a separate folder. “Latif and Jared are next. Theirs will have a Karaoke and divas theme. I’m not organising as much as roping people together, that’s all. They’re all so eager to be a part of the celebrations and help…” He swallowed, tightening his arms around Kage.
“What is it?” Kage kissed Finley’s forehead.
“Sometimes all that support and positivity is overwhelming.” Finley released a long breath, then smiled. “Speaking of which, I want to throw a party for your book release—” Finley shushed Kage with a finger on his lips before he managed to protest. “Latif advocated for a fisting event, or a leather night at the club, but if you want something smaller, I thought we could just have our closest people over at the flat.”
“A house party sounds nice, but I don’t want to make a big deal out of it. It’s not going to sell in millions.”
“I don’t care. It’s a huge fucking deal, and you’ll have to accept it.” Finley thrust his chin up in defiance. That hint of bratty behaviour was working in Finley’s favour as far as Kage was concerned, and the man knew it.
“I just want it to reach the people I wrote it for, that’s the most important thing,” Kage said.
“Of course it will. I mean, you’ve got Jagoda stocking it at the club and Renata putting it in the kink shop. Then we have a meeting at the London Alternative Market next Sunday, and I’m sure we’ll find people who’d want it at their stands.” Finley kissed Kage’s cheek.
“Aren’t we picking suits for our wedding then?” Kage frowned, opening the calendar on his phone.
“No, that’s on Saturday. Thank fuck Latif and Mike are taking their best men duties seriously and coming with us.”
“Between my brother’s inclination towards stiff lawyer suits and Latif’s sparkling taste, it’s gonna be a long day.” Kage was lucky to have Mike in his corner for the chaos surrounding the wedding. “Whatever we decide on, you’ll look beautiful in it. And I’ll be waiting to undress you right after the first dance.”
“No, no, no, no.” Finley waved a finger. “Your mom helped pick the cake. We’ll cut and eat the damn thing first or she’ll have my head on a platter.”
“Fine. I’ll eat your cake.” Kage nuzzled Finley’s neck, reaching for his fiancé’s fly in the process.
“Filthy, filthy Dom.”
“You love me that way, my Toy.” Kage cupped Finley’s balls, wrenching a moan out of him.
“I do. I love you so much.” Finley wiggled out of the grip and hoisted Kage up. “I need a break from organising and decision making.”
Kage wrapped his legs around Finley’s waist. “Take us to the bedroom and I will tell you what to do until your mind is filled with pleasure and your body is limp from orgasms.”
For eight years, Kage had been fooling himself that he was living a decent life, when he’d been merely surviving on helping others by means of BDSM. Now, nearly a decade after his accident and the loss of his Dom, Kage’s life was so full of joy, he was afraid he’d wake up and find out he’d imagined Finley, his freckles, and his easy smile.
To his relief, every morning he woke up next to Finley, his hand over his fiancé’s heart, his mind imagining the future of them spending the rest of their lives together.
THE END