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Ezra

Vincent and I both woke up at 6am the next morning. As usual he got into the shower and I went downstairs and started on the coffee and breakfast, making him some bacon and toast, as well as some oatmeal with fruit.

A few minutes later, he walked down the stairs, "Good morning." He greeted me while kissing my forehead which made my heart drop slightly, as he grabbed his plate. I sat on the counter top drinking my coffee, and he stood right in front me leaning back, but facing me as usual.

I'm so glad he's being nice, and doesn't regret telling me that stuff last night.

"Donnie will be here at nine to pick you up, so please make sure you are dressed and ready to go." He put down his bowl and opened a drawer across the kitchen, pulling out what looked like a rectangle box. He gave it to me, and I furrowed my brows in a silent question.

"It's a new phone." He explained, "I knew you would be out today. I want you to have it on you always. It already has my personal and work number, and Donnie and Lucas have it too."

He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, reaching in and grabbing out a heavy black card. He reached over to hand it to me, and I grabbed it from his hand.

"Thank you. I'll give it back tonight." I told him, taking a sip of my coffee.

"No. That is your card. It's connected to our account and you have no limit. You don't ask before you buy anything. Get whatever you need."

"Yes, daddy." I jabbed at his bossy demeanor, because if he's going to act like a dad? He's going to get called a matching title.

He tensed mid-bite, before looking back up at me, seriousness lacing his expression. "Careful, sweet girl." He warned, and I smiled at him, "It's gonna be a little weird to leave the house without you." I admitted.

"I know it will be, sweet girl." I blush slightly at his nickname for me, as he stepped closer, standing in between my spread legs, "But I'm only a text or phone call away, alright?" He confirmed, and I nodded my head, and watched in comfortable silence as he polished off his breakfast.

He stepped clothed toward me, "I have to leave for work, but first, I want a kiss from my wife."

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet, and I have coffee breath." I smiled up at him. "But if you want-"

He cut me off as his mouth pressed against mine, and his large hand cupped the back of my head, pressing my mouth further into his. We stayed like until I couldn't breath any longer, and I had to pull back. We both caught our breath, and after a few seconds, Vincent spoke up. "Before I forget, we have a wedding to attend tomorrow. Do you want Kathy to come over, or do you want to pick a dress yourself?"

"I'll just grab one while I'm out." I responded while out of breath, jumping off the counter, fully ready to go back to bed.

"I'll see you tonight. And remember, keep me updated today. I want to know when you leave here, where you are, and when you come home."

"Yes, daddy." I joked at him again, and Vinnie took his ginormous hand and swung back, before smacking my ass, hard, making me yelp out in response. Holy. Fucking. Shit.


He looked down at me with an unmoving face, running his hand over the the graveyard of where my butt cheek used to be. I flushed in embarrassment, partially because no one had ever done that to me, and partially because I'd never been so turned on.

"We good?" He confirmed, a ghost of a smile on his face, and I quickly nodded, "Yeah, all good."

-

Just like Vincent said, at nine o'clock Donnie pulled up in the driveway out front, and texted for me to come out. After a quick trip for my card coffee and breakfast sandwiches, we got to the mall.

We shopped at a few different stores to get some random things like basic tee-shirts, random staple shirts in a couple different colors, some jeans and leggings, and a dress for the wedding tomorrow. Donnie picked up a couple things too, some new shirts and shoes that matched with mine.

We had already been shopping for a couple hours, and decided to take a break to eat, "Okay, now that we have staples, we have to shop for a few things, like some dresses, undies, that kind of thing. 

"Okay." I agreed, "Thank you so much for coming with me Donnie, I don't think you understand how much I appreciate this."

"Nonsense," He smiled, "I've been waiting for Vincent to get married for so long, it's nice to actually have a friend. Also helps that I love shopping."

"You're very talented at it, I'll give you that." I chuckled, picking up a fry from the batch we were sharing. "I know I can be hard to shop for, I'm a very picky person. We complement each other well."

Donnie laughed, "Oh god, you think your picky!" He rolled his eyes in exasperation, "My husband is the pickiest person in existence! Last Christmas I was going to send a Christmas card to family of us wearing matching Christmas sweaters, right? I even bought a little sweater for Fran,-"

"Fran's the dog, right?" I clarified.

"Yes! I got Fran, Lucas and I matching sweaters, and he wouldn't even wear it and didn't tell me until he met me at the studio! He wore a regular shirt, to the professional photographers studio, and just decides not to tell me!" He throws his arms up in as I start laughing, "So then we take a picture where Fran and I are matching, and Lucas sticks out like a sore thumb. Ask Vincent to see our Christmas card from last year." He laughs, and I promise him I would.

"Speaking of, how are things with you and Vincent?" Donnie raised a suggestive eyebrow.

"Um good I guess, our relationship hasn't steered in you know, that direction yet, but he's being really patient."

"Wait, your telling me you and Vincent haven't had sex?" He clarified.

"No." I shook my head. "The only thing we have done is kiss."

"Wow, I honestly have to say I'm shocked. The way Vincent looks at you, I mean-I just, he looks so enchanted by you, I for sure the dude was under some pussy spell, but that's all you!" He cheered.

I raised from my relaxed position in my seat and Donnie mimicked me, and I lowered my choice slightly. "Can I ask you a question, though?"

"Anything."

"You and Lucas courted a couple weeks before marriage right?"

"A day shy of two weeks."

"And you like, did it, on your wedding night?"

He stifled a laugh, "Ezra, about 99.9% of the population has sex on their wedding night."

Of course. I knew that.

"So, did anything, you know, change after you had sex?"

"Honestly, our relationship improved. But that doesn't mean it happens to everyone. I felt more in tune with him, closer I guess. Honestly the aftercare is what makes it so intimate. But I can already tell Vincent is in love with you, that's not going to change."

Vincent is not in love with me

I bit down on my lip, deep in thought, and Donnie spoke, "Can I offer some advice."

"Anything."

"Virginity is just a social construct, we both know that. After you lose it, you will not change any as a person. You'll still be Ezra, but it's a nice feeling having that bond with one person, knowing only that one person can pleasure you like that. Don't rush anything, but don't hold back on some notion that Vincent will want you less, or something like that."

"I think I really needed to hear that, Donnie. Thank you." I gushed.

"Anytime, I'm always available, but I think Vincent would like if you talked to him about it as well." He smiled, "Now that the hard stuff is over with, let's do the fun shopping!"

We went and got more clothing, and an actual winter coat even though it was slightly warming outside. Then Donnie insisted that we only had one shop left to go to, that had a french name that I couldn't pronounce even if I wanted too.

"This will be our last store, promise."

"Donnie, I can even pronounce the name of this place. It's going to be crazy expensive." I tried to laugh off my nerves, but he scoffed, "Who cares? We're loaded!" He teased. "C'mon, try on a few things, and if you actually hate it, we will leave. Scouts honor." He joked, while holding up two fingers.

"Fine, but I don't even know where to start. Like, what do I even look for?" I inquired, running my fingers over the soft laced material of one of the bras.

"Not to worry, my friend. They don't call me the boob whisperer for nothing." He chucked, and I raised an eyebrow at him. "Do people actually call you that?"

"No, but it'd be funny if they did, right?" He asked, and I couldn't stop my laugh if I wanted too.

-

Later that day, Donnie dropped me back off at home and Vincent still wasn't there yet. Once I checked my phone I saw that he texted me that he had just left the office, so I knew I had about twenty minutes.

I went upstairs and tossed all the bags from today on the bedroom floor, and got into the shower, feeling gross from the day out in public

Once I got out, I put on some underwear and a pair of Vinnie's sweat pants and his tee-shirt. I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed, fumbling with the tv, putting on some random home improvement show while I waited for Vincent.

I heard him walking up the stairs a few minutes later, and when I turned my head he was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest, "You have fun shopping today with Donnie, sweet girl?"

"I did." I smiled at him.

"What did you get?"

"Um, a little bit of everything, I guess. I didn't really get anything for summer so I'll have to go back, but you can take a look if you want." I motioned, pointing to the bags scattered around the floor.

He nodded and reached in a bag, and of course, the first thing that caught his attention was the one and only matching set I indulged in at the lingerie store. Little pervert, I internally scoffed.

"What's this?" He grinned, as his eyes casted back and forth from me to the new white set.

My cheeks immediately turned pink as I nearly fell off the bed when I scrambled to grab the items from Vincent's hand.

"I need you to buy more like these." He stated calmly, hands gripping my waist.

I grabbed the set from his hands, shoving them deep in the hamper so Celia could come and get them for the wash, as he reached his hands from my waist, trailing down to my ass. He gave my buns a little squeeze, which made me squeak, my cheek was still sore from this morning.

"Thinking about earlier?" He teased.

"It still hurts. I have a Vincent sized hand print on there." I gave him my best glare and he chuckled lightly in response.

He reached his hand down and gave my non-sore cheek a light squeeze, "Let me see?" he asked, and I nodded my head in confirmation.

He got down on one knee and pulled my sweat pants down slightly, then maneuvering my panties up so he could see the damage, and sure enough, there was a big hand print, that was starting to turn a nice shade of purple.

"Jesus Ezra, I didn't think I hit you that hard."

"No it's fine, I liked it." I blurted, before I could even stop myself, my facing turning a shade of pink. What is wrong with me? Why would I even say that out loud?

I looked down at Vincent, who had a cocky grin on his face, "You liked it?" He hummed, running his fingers along the edge of my panties that settled on my ass, giving the bruise a couple of lingering kisses.

"Wipe that smug look off your face. It's not happening again." I tried.

He gave me a look that said we both know that's not happening, "Take off your sweats and lay on the bed."

"What?"

"I'm going to put an ice pack on there to help with the stinging, and color. You can keep your underwear on if that makes you feel better." He said, before making his way out of the room to presumably retrieve and ice pack.

So I got into the bed and took off my pants just like he said to, but leaving on my panties and laid on my stomach.

After another minute, he came back to the room and settled on the bed with me. I laid my head down on the comforter, and he laid the ice pack down on my skin. After a minute of silence, I spoke first. "Can I ask you a question?"

He looked down at me, "What's on your mind, sweet girl?"

"It's about sex."

I felt him tense from behind me, but he didn't miss a beat before pulling me up from my position on my stomach, "What about it?"

"I'm nervous." I stated, fidgeting with my fingernail, and his brows furrowed, "Can you elaborate on that for me?"

"I'm nervous that things will change, you'll look at me different, like in a bad way." I clarified, and he looked stunned, "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know, my dad always made sex seem like such a dirty thing. Like it was something that a husband does to his wife, and I kinda like what we have going here, I don't want us to change."

I know I just spilled my heart out, but I needed to get my concerns off my chest.

He placed a kiss on my forehead, "I understand your concern, and we will wait until you feel comfortable to do anything, baby."

He interlaced our fingers, "But-don't ever, even for a minute, think I won't want you anymore."

He took my hand that was interlaced with his and brought it down so I could feel the bulge in his pants, "This, my little wife, is what you do to me, all day, every day." He began trailing kisses down my throat, "I want you so much it I can't see straight sometimes, so don't ever think for a second I don't want you."

My face turned a shade of pink and I let out a small smile, "I feel like there's this expectation for us to have sex, and I'm sorry that I'm not ready."

"Don't ever apologize for that, Ezra." He demanded, "and the only peoples whose expectations need to be considered is mine and yours, fuck everyone else."

"I'll be here when you're ready, and when you are, promise to tell me?"

"I promise."

I laid my head down on him for a while longer while we talked, before I started getting more sleepy. Not long after, Vincent turned off the tv and the lights, and laid down next to me in bed, pulling me into his chest, before whispering in my ear, "Goodnight sweet girl."

"Good night, daddy." I chuckled out the last part with an obnoxious goading snort, and I felt as Vincent reached around and pinch my nipple with mild intensity.

"Stop talking." He grunted, and had I not felt him smile against my neck moments after, I would've thought he was being serious.

I couldn't hold back my smile if I wanted too.

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