Thank fuck. Flynn didn’t know what he was going to do if Zansi had indicated that she wanted to play with other masters. The thought made his blood boil. A plethora of unfamiliar and unwelcome emotions swirled around in his gut.

He was breaking the number one rule for the masters of the club; don’t get attached. It wasn’t a rule that if broken, you’re fired. No, the masters at his club were their own bosses. It is a no brainer to keep your heart equation. It was just too complicated.

And Flynn was breaking his own rule spectacularly. He was marrying a member. He wasn’t the first to marry a member but he never in a million years would have guessed he would succumb. But it wasn’t for him, it was for Alice.

If it hadn’t been for Alice, he would not be planning on getting married to Zansi. But he had to admit to himself that he would have wanted to be with her.

Flynn thought of their night together and his jeans became uncomfortable. It was the most erotic, sensual night he’d ever experienced. Him talking her through giving him a blow job … Jesuuuuuus Christ.

Flynn had just gotten off the phone with city hall. He and Zansi had an appointment to be married next week. They had decided not to tell anybody until after it was done.

He had also hired a designer to create another chamber, the Bridal Chamber. Zansi would be the first bride to christen the space. For all Zansi was doing for him, he wanted to make the wedding night, however fake, special.

Flynn texted Zansi the date and time at city hall and informed her that he had reserved a Chamber for her next appointment that same night.

He was aware how impersonal a text was, but alternative was him falling over his tongue when he told her, making her uncomfortable. She was doing this as a favor. A very big favor. The least he could do was keep his growing attachment for her to himself.

Flynn grinned. But if she had even the slightest inkling how badly he wanted to fuck her, or place her in bondage, she would be running for the hills. His palm was going to be raw by next week.

When he walked in that room, he was floored by her beauty. Her dark skin glowed against the white of the negligee. It had been worth every penny. But when he took it off her, fucking hell, she was his fantasy come to life. Thank goodness she hadn’t been able to see how shaky his hands were to touch her.

He had made the decision to not participate in any scenes with anybody but Zansi. Apart from the fact he wasn’t interested in any woman other than Zansi, it would make the marriage that much more believable. He would be a regular businessman. Whatever the fuck that was.

Suddenly an unnerving thought crossed his mind: what if Zansi wanted to participate with male, female, male, scenes? Quite often new female members explored this, and many loved it. What’s not to love, two men worshiping their body and giving them innumerable orgasms?

He had participated in many such scenes but the idea of sharing Zansi with another master didn’t sit well. Not fucking well at all.

Flynn sighed and told himself that he’d jump off that bridge if the time came. He had enough to worry about, like what kind of wedding cake he was going to feed his bride as she straddled him naked.

***

Zansi read the text again. Her stomach felt like feathers were whipping about. This was crazy, right? But the thought of poor baby Alice spending even one night from Flynn’s care, made her sick to her stomach.

Not this was the right thing to do, and besides, who was she fooling, she was getting an unbelievable sexual experience out of the deal. Zansi knew it was more than that for her, but she was going to be careful that she didn’t let her growing attachment for him show. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel sorry for her. No, when he had the adoption papers for Alice, she would go back to her life and he back to his.

A thought struck her hard. She inhaled sharply. She had told Flynn that she wanted only him for a master, but surely, he wasn’t going to give up his time in the chamber with other women during their fake marriage, was he? How could she even bring that up? It was part of his work, wasn’t it? She bet he was in extremely high demand.

As unsettling as that thought was, her mind drifted back to their night together. He was utter perfection. She might have been blindfolded during the scene, but she had been held against his muscular chest for quite some time. And, when they got up to get dressed, she snuck a peek at his body. Holy mother of God he was gorgeous!

With that thought, she made a mental note to make a trip to a certain exclusive lingerie shop in downtown Seattle. Also, she was going to spend her evening packing her clothes to take with her when she moved in with Flynn and watching porn. She needed to get some pointers for her wedding night.

Zansi giggled. How lucky could one girl get!

***

A sick child arrived just as Zansi was leaving for the day to go home and get changed for the marriage at City Hall. The baby had an ear infection which was quite painful for babies. Zansi gave him a dose of pain reliever and sent the parents’ home with a prescription for antibiotics.

Now, Zansi was hurrying up City Hall’s granite steps hoping Flynn hadn’t left thinking she wasn’t coming.

Her sensible heels clipped on the smooth marble floor as she jogged. She was carrying her trench coat and an overnight bag, which slowed her down a bit.

When she rounded the corner, her heart stopped beating. Standing like a mighty oak tree, looking out the window, was Flynn. He must have heard her heels because he turned around with a look of surprise on his face.

He was heart stoppingly gorgeous in a dark suit and pink tie. He smiled and her world began to spin.

He walked to her and held his hands out to her.

Zansi couldn’t help the tears that glazed her eyes as she placed her hands in his. “I’m sorry I’m late, a baby suffering from an ear infection came in as we were closing,” she said softly.

“Don’t ever apologize for being a wonderful doctor. I was just worried you had figured out I wasn’t worth the drama.”

Zansi furrowed her brow. “Don’t you ever say that again. You are worth it and so is Alice. What you're doing is out of great love for your sister’s child, your child now. I’m honored that I can help.”

A man cleared his throat at the glassed-in counter. The glass had been pulled back as he waited for them.

Flynn looked over at him and nodded but didn’t let Zansi’s hands go. In fact, his thumb was stroking her upper hand, making her stomach tingle.

“I didn’t have a chance to go home and change,” she said, looking down at her silver pencil skirt and silver silk blouse.

Flynn put a finger over her lips gently. “There’s never a time that you’re not beautiful, but may I?” he asked, beginning to reach around her head.

She could feel herself blush as she nodded.

Flynn removed some pins from her bun and her hair fell in dark waves around her shoulders.

He reached out and touched her hair. “So soft. So beautiful,” he whispered.

Another clearing of a throat behind them.

Flynn looked up and narrowed his eyes.

“I think we should do as he wants. There may be another couple scheduled,” Zansi reasoned.

Flynn grinned down at her and picked her hand up and kissed it softly. He led her to the counter where the man asked a few questions, asked them each if they would take the other, and asked about a ring.

Zansi shook her head and began to say rings weren’t necessary when Flynn put his hand in his pocket and three rings appeared in his hand. Staring back at her, Zanis saw a white gold band and a white gold band with diamonds encrusted all the way around it. But what really took her breath away was the most exquisite diamond engagement ring she had ever seen. It was a round flat cut with an enormous diamond and smaller diamonds surrounding it and also encrusted around the ring.

She gasped and looked up at Flynn in shock. “But …”

Flynn smiled and slid both rings on her finger. “With this ring, I thee wed,” he whispered.

A lump lodged in her throat. Fake or not, she would never forget this moment.

Zansi picked up the thick band and slid it on Flynn’s finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.” she whispered hoarsely.

Flynn kissed her tenderly and cupped her cheek.

“By the powers vested in me by the City of Seattle, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Please sign right here. You may pick up your marriage certificate here in a few days.”

Zansi and Flynn both signed and looked at each other nervously.

Flynn picked up her jacket and overnight bag, took her hand and began to lead her out of the busy building.Save

Zansi wondered if Flynn had noticed she sighed her name as Zansi Patel Steele. She almost didn’t, but somehow her fingers just wrote it out like they had been doing so for years. She would still be known as Doctor Patel but officially she would hold the surname of Steele. At the moment of signature, that had seemed very important to her. Almost like she was cementing her fate to his. That she belonged only to him. 

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