As I removed the wedding dress, my fingers shook. I didn't bother to hang it up again, just left it on the floor as I stuffed myself back into my clothes and hurried into the boutique, regret and anger warring in my chest, though why or at whom I was angry was a mystery.

I left the store because Luke wasn't there. Cole was waiting to let me into the car, which was a relief. I climbed in after he opened the door.

My fiance sat still and watched passing automobiles.

I mumbled. "Sorry, Luke, I...didn't know..."

He glared at me.

I found his ambiguous indifference scarier than fury.

He said, "We're heading to your place."

"You'll buy supplies. Another outfit. Medications. Whatever."

"What?"

" We'll marry in England."

I stuttering. I assumed we'd get married here. Were friends and relatives invited?

My brain babbled. That terrible.

"I want to marry you," he said. "I have a strip penthouse with no wait."

I watched as he drove off. "Right?"

He didn't speak. The uncaring mask he wore at our initial encounter returned, and I understood I had seen the guy behind a skillfully crafted veneer. I broke his barriers, and he reclaimed control.

I could reach him, he was human. I licked my lips as my concerns faded.

I replied "OK."

Luke's plane landed in England as the sun set. He moved to the front of the plane, telling me it was bad luck to see me before the wedding. I believed he was still healing from whatever shook him in the dressing room. I gave him room for whatever reason. I kept our wedding a secret at his insistence.

Two different vehicles greeted us at the airport, and when we got at the church he'd selected, I was ushered into a dressing room by strangers.

Inside hung a bridal dress and corset.

The corset was unique. The upper part was missing. A pair of lace underwear, a white lace garter belt, and white stockings were on a chair in the corner. Two white satin pumps with the tallest heels I'd ever seen were on the floor.

I removed the corset and attempted to put it on.

I was still examining it a few minutes later when the doorbell rang. I withdrew to the far side of the room, behind a screen, and hid, only popping my head out. "Enter"

Luke enters.

I gasped.

His black hair spilled over his collar, and his gray ascot complemented his emerald eyes. I couldn't recognize the flower tucked inside his gray waistcoat pocket.

I briefly felt thrilled about marrying him. Given my history, getting married was a major deal.

"Seeing the bride before the wedding is bad luck," I said.

"It would be bad luck if I missed the wedding," he said. Whatever he intended, I shivered. I glared at him as he walked across the room. He pulled out the pantyhose, garter belt, and stockings. He said, "Put them on."

I didn't hide my exposed breasts and firm nipples. I gave him the corset behind the screen.

Only his eyes engulfed me. "Turn," he said. He hoisted my arms and tightened the corset so tightly I saw black dots. He reduced my waist by four inches. I stood tall, breasts outstretched. When I turned around, his fingers twitched as though he wanted to grab me.

He ordered, "Sit."

I sat down on shaky legs. He approached with a pocketful.

He grasped it between thumb and forefinger. It glistened under the dying sun.

He questioned, "What's this?"

He pulled another item from his pocket. IPod-like.

Vibrator.

As he kneeled, my mouth dried up. He put his palm over my sore breasts and pulled me back into the chair's cushions. He spread my knees and pulled my pant waistline. He hesitated just before inserting the bullet.

He looked at me. His emerald eyes shone in the window light.

"Listen closely." He took a big breath and spoke quickly and clearly:

"No"

I knew there were safewords, but I never could have said no when he touched me. I was stunned.

I saw his vibrator. Could I refuse?

He again attracted my sight.

He waited for me to tell him to go. When I didn't, he softly vibrated my clit and replaced the lace panties. I was soaked with anticipation.

"I thought you wanted me to stop wearing pants," I said.

Finally, he smiled. He said, "Just this once." "Removing them is fun."

With soft, kind hands, he clothed me. He put a flower behind my ear but didn't touch my hair.

I hid as Luke stood before a church altar. Someone handed me a bouquet of gray-purple flowers, and the wedding march started. The vibrator started buzzing after three steps.

I stumbled but recovered. I approached the altar with confidence.

Luke smiled at me and I smiled back.

Ceremony zipped by. Luke increased the force with each reaction I gave, and the egg in my pussy moist lips higher. The corset stopped my breathing.

"Kiss the bride."

Luke King moved to me and held my head in one warm hand as the bullet in my clit accelerated. "Come for me," I did. As we kissed before the officiant, he smothered my shrieks.

His tongue pushed into my lips possessively as I melted into his arms. He prevented me from falling, and my hips twitched and arched into him. His erection pushed my mound, intensifying my orgasm. My hands drove into his coat and he brushed his tongue across mine as I climaxed in his arms.

Finally, he retreated, his expression furious and happy.

He said, "You're mine." I relaxed when the leg vibrator stopped. Then it sped up again as we went back down the aisle, and my knees started to wet as I yelled out in shame and delight. I would have fallen without his sturdy arm.

When I thought he was done hurting me, he reached inside his pocket and shook me again. I

Luke King wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to his limo.

As he slammed me against the seat, he tore the garment he felt was so precious.

"Luke"

He said, "You're mine," and I was his. His heated mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth worked my throat on the plush limo seat. I murmured, nerves tingling. I couldn't say no.

No air, no thought. Luke's hands were everywhere, and my corset made it hard to breathe. I saw stars as he half-removed, half-ripped my wedding dress, exposing my breasts and pantyhose. His hot lips descended on my neck,

I worried whether I'd married a hidden vampire who would consume my virgin body. Not me. Except for my ass, and judging by the way he was rubbing it, he didn't want me to be virgin there for long.

The notion hit me like a rocket when he scraped his teeth on my collarbone and then kneeled alongside me in the limo. He softly but firmly grabbed my chin.

"I'm fucking you," he said. "You'll scream."

Laughing, I nodded. Nothing to say. I needed his cock in my pussy so desperately that I would have done anything for it.

I gulped.My hips were seized by rough hands, and I was forced across the smooth leather of the seat until I was kneeling next to him. I was wearing tight garments that was wrapped around my waist. I was also dressed in stockings and pantyhose. My mile-high satin stilettos and the bullet-shaped vibrator that he'd used to drive me to orgasm during our wedding ceremony were still in my clitch . I had the intention of getting rid of them, but I waited for his approval first. I wasn't going to give him any cause to back out of fucking me.

He touched my ass as if assessing a horse or dog. I felt diminished and vulnerable. Luke King wanted to fuck me, and I could only say no.

My wet pants were shoved aside, and the vibrator dropped to the limo floor. I miss it. I'd done well. Luke pressed his thumb on my pussy's smooth opening, making me tremble.

He said, "You're ready."

Using his other thumb, he parted my slippery lips, revealing my tight, throbbing channel to his sight. I gulped and lowered my head as the vehicle sped up.

Before I could turn to see what he had, he whacked my ass hard enough to make me weep.

He smirked, "No peeping." When his soothing fingers returned to my pussy, the sensation seemed much greater. The item blocking my entry pushed forward, and I was startled how readily and eagerly I parted.

Panting, I let it penetrate me. It was greater than I'd anticipated, a lengthy, agonizing scrape against inner barriers. I gasped and relaxed as it became wider. Luke tickled and stroked my pussy the whole time. Stars raced across my vision as I attempted to get enough breath, but the corset held me fast, and all I could do was lay helplessly against the limo seat, hands clasped, forehead sweat-stained.

Unexpectedly, the item in my ass slipped through the muscular ring, and my body clenched around it. Plug anal. It filled me up-but not where I wanted to be filled-and I wriggled with yearning. My hands slowly slid down my body. My heavy breasts rubbed against the leather, sending chills down my arms. I massaged my clit after feeling it on my tummy.

Luke's heavy hand hit me again, and I yelped. He clucked at me like a teacher. "I promised to rape my bride, Joyce. When you're ready, I'll decide." My wrists were grabbed.

Too aroused to protest, I let him twist my arms. One hand held me easily, but I didn't resist. The drawer opened again, and I wondered what sort of kinky dungeon limo this was.

I felt leather caress my fingertips and knew what he would do. I held breath.

He put a thin leather sleeve over my hand, wrist, and arm. Then he covered my other hand. My skin warmed the material. He pulled my arms together and secured them with leather straps until they reached the top of my arm. I was stuck. My puss ached with desire and need.

Luke touched my labia lips. He remarked, "You're so wet." His fingers stirred in my wet clit.

"Do you truly want me?"

I said "yes." "Yes, please, fuck me hard."

He loved my nasty words.

I replied, "Your cock in my cunt." "Fuck me till I can't walk,"

He spanked me unexpectedly. Hard.

"No," he murmured, stroking my ass again. His touch shook my full ass and empty cunt." Say you desire me."

I whimpered as a finger penetrated my pussy.

As his finger pumped in and out, I struggled to think clearly.

I said, "I want Luke." Want you. Please. Don't..." I didn't know what to say. "Fuck me,"

I wanted him to ride me till I couldn't walk or feel anything anymore. His shirt stroked my ass and his tuxedo trousers grazed my thighs. I groaned and shivered as his balls caressed my clit as he rotated his hips into me.

He said "Joyce, You're gorgeous."

"I'm happy we married."

He fucked me.

His cock and plug entered my pussy and ass, but he moved so slowly, I wanted to scream. I would have, too, if he hadn't directed his cock lower and stroked something within me that set me alight, something I'd never felt before. Each long, drawn-out thrust of his cock speared it, sending lights pinwheeling over my vision.

I sweated profusely. Something within me broke apart with every hip nudge.

I just heard my own screams and Luke's panting. As he penetrated me, my arms, shoulders, and knees hurt. Every time he pushed me, I went over the brink. I could sense the roaring nothingness a few feet away, and panic scrambled in my thoughts. I'd fall if he pushed me. I'd get sucked in. I'd die.

I wanted it.

"Please," I asked , begging him. "Please... "