[Author's note: Time has passed since Jodie's enterprise has been dismantled. But, what of the people affected by it all? Tom and Hayley (
CC01
) attend Cam and Mina's (
AUC01
) big day.
This is also part of the Literotica 25th Anniversary story event. It's the zeroth anniversary of Cam and Mina's wedding. It's also Chapter 25 of Only Consenting Adults. Yeah, tenuous. I can only work with what they give me.]
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WHITE WEDDING
On their wedding night, Cam finally managed to pull Mina away from their friends around midnight. He had to resort to using the reserved voice in the end.
"Time to go upstairs," he murmured in Mina's ear.
Mina turned to him, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "But we're still having fun here," she said.
"There's more than one type of fun."
Mina bit her lip, regarding him nervously. Over her shoulder, her sister Laura was launching into another story about Mina's youth in front of the little group that had gathered in the corner of the reception area. Their parents had long retired to bed, full of wedding cake and wine, leaving the younger ones to party.
Tom got up from his seat, pulling Hayley up after him. He strode up to Cam and shook his hand.
"All the best," he grinned, "I think we're done for the night."
Hayley was grinning at him too.
"Really?" Cam replied.
"Yeah. We got a long drive tomorrow, need to get an early start."
"You all packed up?"
"All done, lock stock. The rest'll take a couple of weeks to get out west, but you should see the car. Hayley's packed it solid."
"Just the basics," Hayley interjected.
"Uh, look, Cam, what we said. When we're settled, think about it. Together, we'd kill it over there."
"Maybe we'll come and stay after the honeymoon."
"Yeah, okay, let me know when. Bring the toolbox. I'll get something lined up."
Tom shook his hand again then gave Mina a kiss on the cheek. Hayley gave them both a hug.
"Come and see us," she whispered to Mina, "It'll be awesome."
Mina hugged her back, nodding, but before she could respond Melanie, her chief bridesmaid, tapped her on the shoulder. "Mina, top up?"
Tom and Hayley took that as their cue to exit and Cam glanced across at Stefan, his Best Man, who flashed him a sly grin. Smoothly, he intercepted Melanie, putting a hand on her shoulder so that she turned, unsteadily, towards him.
"Mel," he said, "How about not?"
Melanie frowned. "It's her wedding day," she exclaimed, "Champagne forever!"
Cam made the most of his friend's diversion, pulling his new wife close. He kissed her, whispering in her ear.
"Come upstairs. What're you afraid of?"
He felt Mina's lips on his neck, her hands on his waist, squeezing him through his suit.
"I'm not afraid. I'm...."
Her voice faded away, but Cam understood. She didn't have to say it, he knew what was going through her head. He took her face in his hands and smiled at her.
"All this waiting, and the time has finally come, and look at you. So nervous."
"You know what it is, Cam, you know it's not nerves," she replied, then flashed him a little smile in returned, "Well, maybe, but not mostly."
"Come upstairs. Trust me. Or do you think it's a trick?"
"On my wedding night?" she replied, "After all this time waiting, locked up? After the entire day in these white stockings, feeling it every time I cross my legs, feel them brushing against each other?"
She bit her lip again, her cheeks flushed with more than the champagne.
"And now you ask me to come upstairs, to the bridal suite that I've been fantasising about for nearly a year? Yeah, you know I have, Cam, waiting for release."
Mina looked deep into her husband's eyes.
"Of course it's a trick, Cam. You just can't help yourself."
"Babe, let me put it this way," Cam replied, "You are going to say goodnight to everyone and come upstairs with me to find out."
Mina hesitated.
"Remember what you promised me today? Love, honour and obey."
Cam emphasised the last word, seeing a flicker in her eyes. She turned back to the group.
"You're all welcome to carry on," she announced, "But I think we might head off."
Cam stood behind her, his arms folded. Laura pouted.
"Time is it, sis? He finally gonna make a woman of you?"
Melanie cackled. "You sexy thing," she exclaimed.
Cam put his hand up, fending off more comments, and slid his arm through Mina's before pulling her away from the gathering. As they made their way out of the hotel's reception area towards the rooms, he slipped his arm around her waist, holding her tightly to him.
"You look absolutely stunning, Mina."
His eyes travelled down her body again, as he had done all night. She wore an off-the-shoulder dress in white satin, clasped behind her back to gather up her full breasts in luscious pillows of cleavage. The front was cut just low enough that Cam had been treated to the tantalising curve of her breasts all day, pulling her close and feeling her pressed against his shirt. The dress was sheer and simple, gathered up at her waist, then tight over her lovely, rounded bottom, trailing down to her calves and the glimpse of white stockings. She had selected white high heels, but had spent most of the reception with them kicked off under the bridal table, rubbing her feet slowly against each other all the way through dinner.
Cam had seen it, his hand often on her knee, or stroking her leg through the fabric of her dress. He knew why she was rubbing her feet together: it was because he'd told her to. Of all the arrangements for their big day, Cam had been allowed very little say in any of it. He'd been present for the choices of floral arrays, the cake, the menus, but strictly in a confirmatory capacity only. Stefan had flashed his own wedding ring and given Cam the sage advice that it was the bride's big day. The groom was just there to supply a ring.
The one thing Cam had insisted on was choosing the bridal lingerie. He had set it out in front of Mina on the bed and let her see what he wanted to dress her in. Mina had frowned, commenting that it didn't look out of the ordinary for a wedding day: white stockings, a lacy g-string and a strapless bra. There wasn't even a suspender belt. Cam had simply smiled and looked deep into her eyes, speaking words to her that she couldn't hear, dropped suddenly deep into trance.
Cam had performed a deep induction, commanding her to strip naked and lay her unresisting body down on the bed. How worked methodically, ensuring she was deeply under, before giving her a specific set of instructions that her conscious mind would not remember, but her subconscious would obey implicitly. When he roused her at last, she looked down at her body, seemingly unsurprised to find herself reclining on the bed in lingerie when the last thing she remembered was standing next to him, fully clothed.
Now, finally standing at the door to the bridal suite at midnight, Cam extracted the keycard from his pocket. Mina shifted her weight from foot to foot, subtly rubbing her stockings together.
"You need to pee?" he asked, playfully.
"No, Cam, I don't. You know what I need."
He took his time with the keycard. Now that they were away from the bridal party, he was in no hurry. Mina was right, he knew exactly what she needed. He knew that she had begun to need it as soon as she got dressed that morning, the moment she had her stockings on and realised, too late, what he'd done to her. The stockings were a trigger; all day she had felt the friction of the gossamer-thin material, getting more and more aroused at each stroke of the fabric. The other part of the trigger was an inability to remove them herself. She could tug and pull as hard as she liked, but it would feel to her like the stocking tops were bonded to her skin, immovable. And so, throughout the ceremony, and then the dinner, and even now, at the end of the reception, she had been rubbing her feet, or sitting with her legs crossed pressing her thighs together to glean sexual pleasure from the feeling of the stockings bound to her legs.
She had taken it well. But, Cam conceded, she'd had practice. She'd said her vows to him, kissed her mother, hugged her father, danced with family and friends, given a bride's speech because it was Mina and she wasn't one to sit quiet while everyone else got to talk, and all the while, hidden beneath the white satin, she had a secret.
