Karma (33 page)

Marcy
looked down at him, cuffed, spread-eagle to the bed. His gorgeous cock was
already erect. She gently put the blindfold on him, and then kissed him
passionately.

"Do
you know what to call me, slave?" she whispered against his ear.

"Yes,
Mistress," Mike said in a low, husky voice.

"The
cuffs are on the other foot now, aren't they?" she said with a dark
chuckle.

Before
he could reply, Marcy slid lower and wrapped her fingers around his erection.
Mike drew in a quick breath of surprise, and pleasure. He was hot and hard in
her hand, yet the silky softness of him was still a shock.

"Mistress,
not being able to touch you is going to be pure torture," Mike growled.
"But if it gives you pleasure to torment me, then I'm okay with that. I
exist only to please my Mistress."

"You
do please me," she said. Marcy kissed him once more, and began to stroke
his glorious shaft. Mike's whole body tensed and he made a soft sound, a quiet moan.
He was blindfolded, and cuffed. She had complete control of him, and his
orgasms. Could anything be better?

Using
one hand to caress his balls, she began to pump him with the other hand in a steady
rhythm.

Marcy
had never closely watched Mike's physical reactions to arousal. They were
compelling. His pulse sped, his chest began to rise and fall in a ragged, rapid
pace. He made small sounds that he was unable to control. She licked him, at
just the tip of his cock, when he hadn't expected it.

The
breath caught in his throat. It was such a sexy sound.

Yummy.
The man was mouth-wateringly delicious. The power she had over him was heady
stuff.

Mike's
flat, muscular abdomen tensed. His balls were huge, and the head of his penis
had thickened even further, the closer he came to climax. His hips shifted
restlessly, his muscular thighs were taut.

Wet,
aroused and ready herself, Marcy loved the sight of his heavy, thickly veined
erection. It pulsed and jerked with growing need. His big cock was deep red,
full of blood as it strained toward release.

Well.
He wasn't going to get that anytime soon. "Are you going to beg for me,
slave?" she asked in a low, soft voice.

"Every
moment you make me wait, Mistress."

Lighthearted,
joyous - full of mischief and fun, Marcy just laughed.

Marcy
was nervous. She looked in the mirror as she went over everything.

The
wedding gown she had chosen was a Vera Wang - romantic, dramatic and glamorous.
It was an A-line cream silk strapless gown, with an empire waist that displayed
her generous breasts. A gently cascading skirt of tissue organza and light
French tulle gave a soft and dreamy feel to the gown.

The
Chapel length train was perfect. When she walked in her wedding dress, Marcy
felt as if she was virtually floating. It would be beautiful on the dance
floor.

"With
the size of my knockers, you don’t think I look a little sleazy, do you?"
Marcy worriedly asked Sue, her Maid of Honor.

"Good
Lord, no," Sue assured her. "You look fantastic. Mike is going to
swallow his tongue when he sees you!"

Marcy
laughed, looking once more in the mirror – seeing herself from Mike's eyes. The
dress was flattering, her hair hung down in a natural cascading wave that had
taken the hairdresser ages to get just right. Her make-up was perfect, the
lashes setting off her striking eyes and healthy complexion.

It
was true, she decided with a happy smirk. Mike was going to swallow his tongue.

It
had been an amazing week. Her ex, Trent had apparently run away, moving out of
state to his mother's home in Florida. Mike's lawyer had all the news on him,
and boy had it all been so juicy.

After
pissing off the police with a DUI combined with his entitled arrogant asshole
attitude, Trent had spent the weekend in jail. When he got out, his
father-in-law discovered that Trent had been cheating on his daughter. As a
result he beat the living crap out of him.

It
seemed that Trent was going to need to spend a minor fortune in plastic surgery
to get his good looks back.

The
rumor was that Trent had left town, fearing for his life. A number of witnesses
said that his father-in-law told Trent that next time he saw him he would kill
him. Debra's dad also pulled the plug on Trent's business.

Short
on cash, Trent had signed over all the papers on Katie, selling his daughter
for the bargain price of $10,000. Legal work was underway. Katie Berger was
going to officially be Katie Thompson before she started her new school.

Katie
had screamed with excitement and flown into Mike's arms when they told her that
she was allowed to take his last name. "You're my dad now," she
announced with tears in her eyes. "And you're the best dad
ever.
"

It
was true. Mike had been the best thing that had ever happened to Katie. Marcy's
daughter was more confident and less nervous now. Also less shy. Mike loved
Katie for who she was. He made it safe for Katie to be herself.

Marcy
had worried that Trent was scarring Katie for life, making their daughter feel abandoned
and unwanted. Now that burden had lifted completely. Marcy's quiet and
self-contained child had changed. And why wouldn’t she?

New
name, new home, and a brand new father – a real one this time. Mike would give
his life for her. He was just that kind of guy. He loved Katie to bits.

Trent,
who valued power, money and good-looks, now had none of those things. No money,
no wife, no daughter, no business. It had to be karma. Did Trent get what was
coming to him? He sure as hell did. The man had nothing because he
deserved
nothing.

Trent
is gone from Vegas for good. Does it get any better than that?

"Time
to go, you stunning bride, you," Sue, Marcy's childhood friend, told her.

Sue
was Marcy's Maid of Honor. Janice, Mike's sister, and Amber, Marcy's friend
were both bridesmaids. All three women were dressed in elegant chiffon, full
length gowns that were vivid cobalt blue and strapless. Yellow rose bouquets
accented the color.

With
nervous steps, Marcy followed her friend out the door. They had decided on
having a late afternoon outdoor ceremony at the Wynn Hotel. A large still lake,
forty-foot waterfall, and a pine-topped mountain was the backdrop for the event.

Marcy
considered what Mike repeated daily, a few days before the wedding.

"This
is going to be your dream wedding, sweetheart," Mike had said. "The
entire thing is for you, Marcy. It's your day, so don't stress. Everything is
taken care of. Yes, it's a celebration of our love and our new life together. But
it's also about having fun. Do you know what your job is on the day we get
married?" he had asked.

Marcy
had shook her head at him

"Your
job, at the end of the day is to say to me,
'That was such a great wedding! It
was the best wedding I have ever been to! I had so much fun!'
And that is all.
Our wedding is all about starting our new life together right, by having the
best time you've ever had, okay?"

Mike's
loving kiss had been a confirmation.

Gustave
told Marcy that he would be honored to act as her father and give her away.
Marcy was particularly pleased by that. Gustave had impressed her from the
start. Marcy valued his friendship. He was a class act.

Gustave
smiled at Marcy; wise, perceptive and debonair. He looked amazing in his
tuxedo. "Are you ready, my most beautiful daughter?" he asked kindly with
his strong French accent.

Marcy
took a deep breath. "As I'll ever be," she said.

Gustave
took her arm, as the wedding march started. The Maid of Honor went first, then
the two bridesmaids. As Marcy started walking down the aisle, surrounded by
friends and her new family, she found that she had calmed.

At
the end of the aisle was Mike, looking tall and handsome. He was waiting for
her. His eyes brightened as he saw her, and the smile on his face made her
heart lurch. Mike's brothers Craig and James were waiting with him as groomsmen,
with André Chevalier as best man.

They
all look so happy
, she mused.
And so
handsome.

Katie
was also dressed in a short cobalt blue dress appropriate for her age. Her
blonde hair was dressed with a ring of flowers, her blue eyes shining. Sitting
in the front row, she watched avidly. Katie looked quite grown up, and smiled
throughout the ceremony. She would act as a flower girl at the end.

The
ceremony was traditional, but there would be one small addition to include
Katie. She would be incorporated into the service after the "I do's."

"I
now pronounce you, husband and wife," the minister proclaimed. "You
may kiss the bride."

Everyone
clapped.

Katie
stood up then, facing the congregation, her back to Mike and Marcy. They each
put a welcoming hand, one on each shoulder. Their minister added an explanation
about how with this marriage Mike, Marcy and Katie were all joining together,
united in one happy family.

"Ladies
and gentlemen," the minister said. "May I now present to you, Mr. and
Mrs. Thompson, and their daughter, Katie Thompson."

With
spontaneous enthusiasm, the audience all stood up, clapping and cheering like
mad.

As
the bride and groom walked down the aisle, Katie walked in front, liberally throwing
yellow, white and pink petals of fragrant roses out into the aisle. Later, when
they looked through the wedding photos, Marcy and Mike would comment about the joyous
smile on Katie's face.

The
reception was held a number of floors above in the Wynn Hotel.

Friends
and family were treated to a romantic view out over the sparkling city lights
of Las Vegas. Mike had booked the ballroom for a full twenty-four hours with dinner
and dancing for three hundred guests. The bar would be open all night and into
the next day.

Andre
Chevalier warned Marcy and Mike that he had arranged a huge fireworks show that
would go off sometime during the evening.

"But
I cannot be certain of the exact time, my friends," he warned. "The
display will be seen from the ballroom,
mais oui,
clearly seen. But
when?" He gave that classic Gallic shrug of his. "Who can say?"

Mike's
sister, Janice, had been a godsend. The wedding consultant spent hours with her
going over details. Ornamental trees and flowers decorated the large dining and
ballroom, with floral arrangements everywhere.

The
whole place smelled like an open garden, or perhaps a florist shop. It looked
like one, too.

There
were long banquet tables, set for an intimate family feel. Instead of clear
glassware, the glasses were cobalt blue, accenting the bridesmaid's dresses.
Little splashes of color throughout the room made a big impact.

Pink
and yellow uplights gave the large setting a warm glow, making the entire place
chic and stylish, yet also intimate and cozy.

Dinner,
toasts and speeches went off without a hitch.

Marcy
was glad that she and Mike had taken dancing lessons for the bridal waltz.
While they both could dance, she lacked confidence. The truth was that Mike had
enough confidence enough for the both of them.

Just
like in the bedroom, Mike controlled Marcy completely on the dance floor. His height
and male strength made her moderate ability to dance seem far superior. Marcy felt
poised, beautiful and elegant.

How
did such a big guy like Mike, move with such effortless grace?

Katie
had picked the Bridal Waltz music from one of her favorite Disney movies, 'A
Whole New World' which was part of the soundtrack of 'Aladdin.' The song was a
delight, and the lyrics appropriate.

Marcy
was on a high, as Mike swung her across the ballroom floor, dancing in concert
during the Bridal Waltz.

How
true, Marcy mused while being held firmly in Mike's strong arms. Mike had shown
her a whole new world. But Marcy was going to show him a whole new world, too.
A thrill of excitement went through her as she imagined his reaction to her
news.

The
lighting was set low, yet as the only ones on the dance floor – the main lights
were upon them.

The
music continued, playing a sweet melody of love.

They
danced half way through the song, sliding along gracefully as if they were
professionals and had been doing this all their life.

Mike
had that "look" on his face, tender and possessive; his eyes were drinking
her in. No one had
ever
looked at Marcy like that. It was that special intent
expression he gave her, the
"God, I love you more than anything"
look. It always took her breath away.

Shivers
ran through her, making her heart twist with happiness.

"I
love you, Marcy Thompson," he murmured. The sound of her new surname on
his lips gave her a thrill of pleasure.

"I
love you too, Mike Thompson," she replied and then she bit her lip. Should
she tell him now?

"What?"
he asked, noticing the indecision that must have shown in her eyes.

"I
have something to tell you."

"Oh?"

"You
know how you have a calendar on your phone that lets you know when my period is
due?"

"Yeah?"

"Well.
It's not working anymore."

Mike
frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I'm
pregnant."

He
faltered a bit, a tiny misstep in his dance. "You're pregnant?" he
asked with wide eyes.

"Yes."

That
look of his was back again, blasting away in full force. There was such joy glittering
in his dark eyes, in his expression… in his heart.

Marcy
felt her throat tighten, as the reality of it hit home. When she understood
once more, just how completely Mike loved her.

Mike
picked Marcy up, raising her high in the air by the waist. Stunned, utterly surprised,
she gripped his shoulders holding on for dear life. What was he thinking?

The
joy Mike felt at her announcement was clearly too much for him.

The
news about the baby had obviously sent her ridiculous husband, the madman, the
lunatic
completely over the edge. Head back, he spun her around in a circle, and the
entire time he was uninhibitedly, joyously, delightedly, laughing, laughing… laughing.

Just
then André's firework display began, lighting up the darkened room in colors of
red, greens, yellows and white.

Mike's
glorious and unrestrained joy was infectious.

A
strong man, he effortlessly held her high up above him, his gaze locked on
hers. Like Kate Winslet in the movie
The Titanic
, Marcy pointed her toes
and raised her arms up shoulder high. She was flying, flying, flying through
the air as she and Mike euphorically glided, turning in circles, spinning gracefully
together around the dance floor.

Their
spontaneous actions must have looked like a pre-planned dance routine. The whole
room filled with thunderous applause, while Mike and Marcy spun, and circled
and laughed and laughed.

Right
then they joined together in a timeless moment of total happiness and pure joy.