Harriet's Arrangement

Confession

Harriet bit her lip, and didn't speak as she met his soft, steady gaze again. Before she dared to find out what would happen next, she dipped her gaze and slipped quietly off to the bathroom and locked herself in a cubical, cheeks flushed. She took a moment to compose herself a little, before hitching her dress up and shimmying out of the lace panties she had chosen for the day and balling them up in her fist. What would she do if someone tried to speak to her before she reached Tom? The thought thrilled her.

She pushed from her mind the thought that she was yet to tell Tom about Jennifer... but made the decision (that she was aware she may later regret) to wait until after this particular session was through to break that news. She assumed he would want to punish her in some way, and although that punishment would likely come when they were back home (and, she thought, would almost definitely take the form of a paddling – he saved those for when he wanted her to know he was properly upset), she didn't want to taint the wedding with that feeling of having displeased him. No doubt the added time between the event and coming clean would add to his displeasure... but she thought the sound of Tom's planned reunion in a couple of hours sounded rather worth that risk.

She wove her way back through the crowd, fighting a ferocious blush from rising in her cheeks, her fist clutched tightly around her panties. When she reached Tom's side, George had returned, this time with Eva. She smiled as naturally as she could at them both, and answered George's question about drinks with an appreciative nod at his suggestion of more champagne, all the while subtly placing her fist in Tom's open palm. He extracted the panties from her grip and she felt him tuck them into his pocket beside her. He placed the same arm round her shoulders, showing no sign that anything out of the ordinary had just happened, but in his grip she felt familiar possessiveness, and felt the wonderful, overwhelming desire to submit threatening to overwhelm her.

She heard Tom subtly dominating their side of the conversation with Eva and George, and felt the dynamic shifting into one that was closer to those at the parties she and Tom had attended than of a normal social situation. She tried to strike the balance between contributing enough to not raise any flags for Eva or George, and being respectful enough of the dom in Tom that was currently in control to not get her into any further trouble. It was both terrifying and empowering – having a secret to keep that could break free at any moment.

An announcement from the dance floor next door told them the first dance would begin shortly, and the crowd began surging through to the ballroom. Tom kept a firm arm around Harriet the whole time, steering her as needed, and she happily let him, enjoying the release that came with this kind of subtle but powerful submission.

They watched Lily and Adam spin one another around the dance floor, clapped and cheered with everyone else, and Harriet felt herself being swept along with the crowd as everyone else made their way onto the dance floor, encouraged by the newly-weds. Tom led the dance, of course, smiling down at her, but with that twinkle in his eye. She had enough sense to decline the one or two offers of a dance she had from other guests as they left the dance floor, keeping her smile friendly and carefully not flirtatious. Tom looked on approvingly.

In the end, they stayed until the evening buffet was served – and while Tom helped himself (having not partaken in the wedding breakfast), Lily, remaining radiant and possibly a little merry, arrived behind Harriet and gave her an enormous hug. "I don't ever want this to end," she whispered.

"It's just the beginning, Lils," Harriet whispered back, happily, the hug dragging her back momentarily into her other life – so much so that she then glanced over her friend's shoulder at the groom and raised her voice slightly to say, "Keep an eye on your wife, Adam, I think she may be a few too many champagnes in!"

Adam laughed, and Lily giggled, blushing, "I'm allowed to get drunk on champagne on my wedding day," she pouted, trying not to smile at the same time.

"You absolutely are," Harriet agreed, "But Adam..." She gave him a look as Lily embraced her again, and Adam grinned.