Free Enamored by Shoshanna Evers

from London—played softly in the background. Apparently Yo-Yo Ma was booked up.
    Trevor looked over at Marc and grinned. He looked happy, more than happy, even. Then the music changed to the traditional “Here Comes the Bride”—or whatever the actual composition was called—and Elisabeth appeared, walked down the aisle by Trevor’s father, since she had none of her own. While Elisabeth had no family at the event, she seemed to glow with joy as she walked slowly down the aisle, watching Trevor with each step. Around her neck she wore a gold necklace that only those who knew the couple intimately would recognize as her collar.
    “Oh my God,” he heard Trevor murmur, wonderment filling his voice as he saw his bride. Marc had to admit, she looked gorgeous.
    He glanced over to the front row where Lauren sat. She didn’t wince as she folded her legs, removing pressure from one ass cheek to the other, but it turned Marc on just knowing that she had to be thinking of him with every moment she sat on her freshly-paddled ass.
    The pastor clicked on the tiny microphone on his suit as Elisabeth reached the altar.
    “Thank you for joining us here today, on the day that Trevor Brooks and Elisabeth Anderson become united as one under God,” he intoned, and Trevor and Elisabeth passed a secret look between them, their eyes twinkling.
    Marc had an idea of what they were thinking—that their collaring was when they first became one. Would he ever have that for himself? Probably not—well, not with Lauren, anyway. She really wasn’t the collaring type. He grinned, surprised that the knowledge didn’t bother him.
    So far it seemed Lauren was more focused on not injuring their friendship than on letting go and having fun. If he could really turn her on while she played his sub, make her truly feel it, then maybe that could change . . .
    Marc caught her eye and winked at her, unable to help himself. God, she looked fucking amazing in that dress.
    Lauren looked over at him and smiled, slowly uncrossing her legs and crossing them again on the other side. It took everything in his willpower to not jump off the dais where they stood and take her back upstairs to finish what they’d started.
    Not now. Wedding. Pay attention.
    “I’m blessed to have found you,” Trevor was saying, looking deeply into his bride’s eyes. “You’re everything to me.”
    Elisabeth smiled, tears glittering in her eyes as the sun set behind them, creating a beautiful halo effect on her long dark hair. “I promise to love, honor, and obey you,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, but it was picked up by the pastor’s microphone, and those friends invited from WhipperSnapper wiped at their eyes in approval.
    Gregory, Elisabeth’s ex-Dom, sat with his collared sub Andrew and held his hand, as if they were repeating the same vows in their minds.
    Lauren was smiling and nodding, but was she imagining that someday she’d have a husband who’d say those words to her, or that she’d be saying those words? Honor and obey. Top or bottom, Dom or sub?
    What did Lauren really want?
    Don’t read into it , he thought. She’s just happy that her good friends found happiness. “Do you, Trevor, take Elisabeth as your wife,” the pastor continued, “to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
    “I do.” Trevor’s hand was steady as Elisabeth put the wedding band on his left ring finger, but Elisabeth’s wasn’t. She trembled. Man, that was sweet. Marc reached up to rub his head, but stopped himself just in time.
    “And do you, Elisabeth, take Trevor as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and respect, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
    “I do.”
    “You may kiss the bride.”
    The crowd stood and erupted into applause as Trevor lifted Elisabeth off her feet and kissed her deeply.
    “Ladies and gentlemen,” the pastor said, “I am proud to be the first to announce Mr. and Mrs. Trevor