Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2) (22 page)

At the bottom of the mug was a ring. An engagement ring. She stared at for a moment, stunned, then looked up at Garrett and the kids.

Garrett immediately went down on one knee at the side of the bed. “Miss Inga, will you be my wife? Will you marry me?”

Before she could respond, Madalyn shouted, “Yes. Say yes!”

Inga burst into laughter, holding up her hand to Garrett to stop him from correcting her. “Yes. Yes, Garrett and Madalyn and Liam. Yes, I’ll marry you!”

Garrett pulled the diamond ring out of the mug and slid it onto her finger.

Chapter Twenty

I
nga looked in the mirror one last time. They’d decided to have a small wedding at the house. Just close friends and family with a small catered dinner and music. It’d been a difficult decision, but they’d wanted to invite Anne’s parents to the wedding too. As they suspected would happen, Anne’s parents had declined, but sent presents and said they’d come to the house for dinner a week after the wedding.

Garrett had moved on to another wife, but Anne would always be a part of their marriage. She’d given birth to his children and Madalyn in particular looked just like her mother. Anne had been a beautiful, kind, sweet woman — and slave.

A part of Garrett would always be in love with Anne.

And although Inga had never met her, she knew they would’ve been great friends if she had lived. She would be a part of every holiday, birthday, and important occasion. Inga wished she could share their lives with her in a more tangible way, but felt honored to know that Anne would be acknowledged and remembered at every event.

A knock on the door startled her, and her future mother-in-law walked in.

“Your husband is a nervous wreck.” Fussing with the back of Inga’s hair, Nancy proved her nerves were a little on edge too.

“Why would he be a wreck? He knows I’m smitten.”

“He worries that he’s… too much for you. That you’ll decide you don’t like to have a dominant man for a husband or that coming into a marriage with a ready-made family is somehow threatening to you.” Nancy shook her head at the concept. “It’s taking everything Preston has to keep his brother calm. This is one time that being the best man means a lot more work than it normally is.

“Good Lord! I’m a nanny. I love our kids. Some days I think I may be marrying the kids and
he
just comes along as part of the package.” She laughed, but she adored their kids.

Their kids.

She’d taken them on as her own. They were a product of the love between Garrett and his wife — a perfect melding of both of them. They were sweet, kind, and most days very well behaved. Inga shook her head, Garrett spent so much time trying to meet the needs of everyone in the house, that many days she couldn’t serve him enough.

Sitting at his feet, serving him his food first, keeping his glass full at all times and being at his beck and call were minor things in comparison to how he took care of her. He watched her constantly, noting every nuance, shift in mood, twinge of pain. Even circles under her eyes didn’t miss his scrutiny.

How could she
not
worship a man like that?

“Will you please tell him to stop worrying? And that he’d better be on time or he’s in trouble!”

Nancy raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want me to tell him that?”

Inga looked at her, and smiled. “Yes. That’s exactly what I want you to tell him.”

“Smart girl. It’ll distract him from worrying, and place you in the center of the hot seat. Nice tactic, Miss Inga!”

Nancy winked at her and left to deliver the message.

* * *

G
arrett’s heart pounded in his chest, threatening to claw its way out. There were only close friends and family — all in the comfort of his backyard. Preston stood next to him, his brother who had been there for all his important life events. His first marriage, the birth of both his children, the death of his wife, the funeral.

And now, he was here for Garrett’s second marriage too. He looked over and Avery was sitting in the front row, helping to coordinate the children, the justice of the peace, and friends and family.

The music started playing and Madalyn came around the corner in a beautiful miniature white wedding dress. Liam, in a tiny white tux, was in his little red wagon, pulled by his sister. It was absolutely adorable.

His eyes teared up as he thought about how much their mother would’ve loved to see this. He hoped she was watching today. She would have been the happiest person at this wedding — she wouldn’t have wanted him or the children to be alone. He felt she’d had something to do with him meeting Inga. It’d been more than just fate. The hand of God and his angels — especially one very special angel named Anne.

Are you watching, Anne? Aren’t they adorable? We made that — those beautiful kids are a product of us. Love you, girl. Hope you’re happy today watching this wedding.

There would always be a part of him that loved Anne, but he thought of her less often now that Inga was part of their lives. Thoughts of Anne were in the background of everything he did though. Madalyn’s hair and smile were Anne’s. Anne’s gentle spirit had been inherited by Liam. A laugh, a giggle, a touch, or an expression on a face, and his memories turned to Anne.

But today he would be marrying Inga.

He had loved her since their first meeting. She had a vibrant and gentle spirit. A beautiful submissive who loved life with boundless energy and zest. However, if her spirit felt threatened or cornered, she came out fighting — and now that fight included protecting his children.

Their
children.

She’d taken on the role of slave and with some work on both their parts, and she’d surpassed all of his expectations for her. It made him love her all the more.

However, today when his mother had delivered the message from her that he’d “better be on time or he’d be in trouble” he’d laughed at his soon-to-be wife’s boldness. She knew how to distract him — and it’d worked. He’d spent the next twenty minutes planning her punishment after everyone left tonight. Of course, Preston had offered some very creative — and evil — ideas to help him.

First, he’d plug her bottom hole, then he’d fill her pussy with a vibrator. And then the games would really begin. He’d keep her on the edge, asking her if time mattered at that point. She’d get a lesson on telling him to watch the clock. The tables would be turned and she’d be the one watching the clock.

Madalyn and Liam managed to come up the aisle with no mishaps, crying, or tantrums, pleasantly surprising all of them.

“We did it, Daddy! See? I didn’t yell, and Liam didn’t cry.”

All the guests broke out into laughter. Garrett couldn’t hold back his laughter either. He went over to the kids, pulling the wagon aside, and handing off Madalyn and Liam to Avery.

He heard the crowd gasping, and looked up in time to see Inga walking gracefully and elegantly down the aisle. She’d found a dress that accentuated her curves, but still gracefully flowed down her body. The gown shimmered. She’d picked a dress that matched her personality — beautiful, classy, flowing, and sexy as hell.

He couldn’t hold back the tears. Some people never found happiness even once in a lifetime — but he’d found it twice.

When she came to his side, he couldn’t resist pulling her in for a kiss to her cheek, whispering in her ear. “Hey, naughty girl. You’ll be punished for your sassiness later. But for now you look like a dream.”

She blushed, embarrassed by his words, excited at the promise of retribution later. “Yes, Master,” she whispered softly.

Inga had searched and searched for ways to include the kids in the ceremony, and especially, a way to include Anne. At the beginning of the ceremony, Madalyn had walked to the front of the wedding area carrying a framed picture in her hand, she turned it so the guests could see a beautiful picture of Anne. Madalyn then walked to an empty chair in the front row and placed the picture on the seat.

“My mommy’s in heaven. But we want her to be here today, so she gets to watch Daddy marry Miss Inga.” She leaned forward to kiss the picture and then turned to Garrett.

“Daddy, mommy’s watching.”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the place, and he’d nodded at his daughter, wiping away his own tears. “Thank you, Madalyn. Yes, mommy’s watching today. I’m sure of it.”

Then he’d wiped the tears off Inga’s cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Don’t cry, pretty girl. It’s okay.”

Now, the time had come for their vows and the rings. The children were included in the vows that Inga and Garrett had made for each other. Garrett gave his vows first.

“God has given me a second chance at happiness. Because of you, I laugh, I smile, I play and I dare to dream again. Because of you Madalyn and Liam play, laugh, dream and know the love of a mother again. Today we — Madalyn, Liam and I — give you our love, our hearts and our hope for our future together. I, Garrett, promise to cherish you, guide you, protect you, care for you, and love you more each day, through all the days of our lives. I will always honor your feelings and needs. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you and to see all life has in store for us. I vow to be true and faithful for as long as we both shall live,
until death do us part.”

He slipped her wedding band on her finger and then pulled her hand up to kiss the rings he’d placed there. Inga took a deep, shivery breath and began her vows to him.

“I came here today, alone, but I will walk away by your side. Today I cross the threshold with you, Madalyn, and Liam and we will all enter into a lifetime of commitment as a family. I commit myself to you. I choose you as my best friend for life. I, Inga, promise to honor you, cherish you, obey you, serve you, defer to you, and to love you more each day, through all the days of our lives. Together we can do anything. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I vow to be true and faithful for as long as we both shall live,
until death do us part.
”

She slipped the wedding band off the pillow that Madalyn put in front of her and slid the ring onto his finger, and then as he had for her, she kissed the ring on his finger. But what she did next shocked him. Inga, it would seem, would always surprise him.

She gracefully dropped to her knees and said so quietly that only he and the justice of the peace could hear her. “I give you my heart, mind, body and soul. I pledge my submission to you, my Master.”

Then she placed a gentle kiss on the top of his hand.

He slid his hand to the side of her face and just as quietly said, “I accept your submission. Thank you, slave. Rise.” Grabbing her hands, he helped her to stand.

He couldn’t stop the tears. He couldn’t have asked for a better tribute. Once again, he found himself amazed at her submission. The task might not always be easy, but he knew the reward would be worth every bit of the struggle.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. What God has put together, let no man put asunder. You may kiss the bride.” Garrett wasted no time pulling her in for a long, slow kiss.

That is until a little voice shouted.

“Ew! Daddy! You’re kissing her again!” Madalyn dragged out the last word.

Everyone started to laugh, and they walked down the aisle, all four them laughing and hugging.

The ceremony had been perfect — natural, easy, and loving — just like their lives had become, and would continue to be.

Epilogue

“All right, bad girl, let’s talk about the order you had delivered to me through my mother before the ceremony today.”

Inga started laughing, and it wasn’t just a little laugh behind her hand either. No, her laughter had her head thrown back, tears filling her eyes. She had been sitting on the bed but when he brought the topic up, she fell backwards onto the bed, rolling in laughter.

She held her belly, still laughing. “It hurts. Oh god, I’m laughing so hard. I knew it would distract you, it worked right?”

“Oh, so you did it on purpose?” He stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at her. “You sent her — on our wedding day — when you knew I had been plagued with nerves already.”

She laughed again. “Well, yeah! I knew it would distract you. I said that. And you have to admit it. I bet you stopped thinking about what could go wrong and how nervous you were, and immediately started thinking about how I gave you an order, right? Fess up!”

“Roll onto your belly. Now.” He twirled his finger, indicating that he expected her compliance.

“No. Don’t be a spoil sport. It worked. Actually, I did you a favor. You should thank me.” She fell into peals of laughter again, laughing so hard that she pulled her knees up to her chest, even as she still held her belly.

“I’m a good nanny. That’s what nannies do. They distract little children and help them overcome anxiety or temper tantrums or whatever is holding them back from being better than they are at that moment.”

Another gale of laughter overtook her, Inga totally amused by her own antics.