Master turned Soft

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The weeks came and went. I had started prepping for the wedding. Getting an early start on ordering.

Julian's mom, Shelly, had helped me find a caterer, a photographer, and Even a florist.

"Thank you, Shelly." I said into the phone.

"Of course, honey. I know Julian has been working a lot lately, and it's hard to plan around his schedule sometimes."

"He's making up for lost time. I forget sometimes that he works because he takes so much time off to spend with me. He tries to put in a few hours every day but never as much as he needs to." I sighed.

"He loves spending time with you. He constantly tells me how infatuated he is with you, Kendall. I can't wait for the wedding."

"Not too long. Last thing I need is my dress." I laughed.

"I'll make the drive and you, me, and Noah can go dress shopping. How's this Saturday?"

"That'd be great! Thank you."

"Hey, pet?" Julian called out, making me turn around.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"Julian is roaming the house looking for me. I'll let you go. If you want to come Friday night so you can sleepover and stuff, that'd be fine! Just text me and let me know the plan." I said into the phone.

"Will do. Tell my son I said hi."

"Who's that?" Julian whispered.

"I will. Bye bye"

"Bye hon."

I hung up and smiled at him, "your mom."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep. She's coming Saturday. We are going dress shopping."

"No you can't, I have Saturday off." He grabbed my waist.

"Sir, I have to get a dress."

"I want you all to myself." He pulled me closer.

I frowned and looked at him, "You are sure about this right?"

"What?"

"I mean, getting married. You're sure?"

He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at me.

"Of course. Come here." He pulled me to the couch and sat down, pulling me in his lap. "Are you sure?"

"I'm absolutely positive. It just," I sighed. "Maybe I'm just being sensitive. But lately... you push off wedding planning. And we don't have long."

"I'm sorry. Pet, I've wanted to marry you for months. Even before I asked. Marrying you is my one mission in life right now. I'm sorry I've made it seem like I don't want to."

"It's okay." I gave him a soft smile.

"It's not okay. I'll do better. You deserve better treatment regarding wedding planning than I have put in. I'll work on becoming more involved."

"We don't have much time. It's already almost February. We set a date in April ."

"You'll find a dress Saturday. I'll take Chase with me to go get fitted for a tux. You take Noah and my mom with you to help find your dress." He pushed my hair behind my ears, "Then make an appointment for hair and nails the day before."

"Shelly helped me with the flowers, caterer, and ordering everything. Like napkins, centerpieces, stuff like that. But you and I still need to decide on the venue. We have the date held for both places we like, but they're waiting for confirmation."

We had two ideas. One outdoor, and one indoor. The indoor one was... extravagant to say the least.

Neither of us wanted to get married in the church as we weren't entirely religious.

The outdoor venue was stunning. It was a park with a small alter building. It was surrounded by beautiful trees and a gorgeous rock wall.

"Which do you like better?" He asked.

"The outdoor one. The indoor venue is gorgeous. But it's big. And we aren't inviting many people." I shrugged.

"I'm indifferent to both. They're both very nice. I'll call this afternoon and secure our spot for the outdoor venue."

"Thank you." I smiled.

"You're more than welcome, pet. I love you."

"I love you." I leaned down and kissed him softly.

When I went to pull away, he grabbed the back of my neck and shook his head, deepening the kiss.

His hands roamed my body. Squeezing my hips, pulling me closer to him, if that was even possible.

"You have too many clothes on" he said into the kiss.

I laughed and pulled away.
"Then take some off me, Sir."

He was quick to grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head, discarding it somewhere behind me. He reached around and snapped off my bra, throwing it in the same direction as my shirt.

"I hate how good you are at that." I said softly.

"Why?" He laughed.

"Because it takes practice to be able to do it one handed and that well."

He sighed and grabbed the sides of my face, pulling me so our foreheads were touching, "I'd love to tell you that they don't compare to you. But it would be a crime to even begin comparing meaningless things to something so extraordinary."

"You're so cheesy" I giggled. "Just tell me I'm better. And hotter."

"In every way." He laughed and kissed me softly. "You are one of the very few reasons I have to believe there is a God. Because there's no way someone so angelic could walk this earth, and be mine, without a little higher power"

"I can't be an Angel. Not when I'm about to be doing something so dirty." I pecked his lips and got up.

I undid my pants and began walking towards the stairs. Discarding my pants at the bottom. I could feel his eyes on me as I headed upstairs.

"Fuck" he groaned before getting up and walking after me. I slipped my panties down, kicking them off just as I reached the top. "Hey that's my job."